Raccoon Roadkill Resurrection

Broken, and opened, you bleed out Your insides strewn around you Your gore is pressed, into the cracks in the road Yet your mind lights into flame Though the bones in your legs are twisted Yet I command you stand Crushed ones, I resurrect you Crumbling skulls, shredded meat Rise from the concrete Dark magic cold embrace Locks the bones back into place A cruel flash of light And a punishing sound Now my rib cage Has emptied itself all over the ground I lay there for two nights In the stillness of the end Now mysterious forces My flattened flesh will mend Rising from the cold stone With a sickening pop I feel a comforting presence In the cold of the raindrops Manifesting In the darkness of a ditch A woman dressed in rags A bloodied forest witch Her skin Is stitched from animal meats From her cicatrix smile An oily fluid secretes I hear her voice Whisper in my cloven head She promises me life anew If I pledged my servitude I follow her To the depths of the wild Wherein the dead live With razor teeth they smiled Encircling The witch’s fire They plot revenge on man Their hatred burning higher Magically imbuing us With unnatural strength and speed The witch instructs us to go forth And wreak our hate with violent deeds At sundown we crawl out To hunt human meat Misanthropic hordes Pour into the streets But arrogant man Was too strong to defeat So over the course Of many dark nights Our matriarch chose Those most full of spite To be broken down Then combined magically Our flesh as the clay For her dark artistry Now, our bodies bound together With twine and rusty nails Unstoppable monstrosity, built from our rotting forms We wage war on the concrete land From the forest we come to slay them Vengeance for our souls Under her command Crumbling skulls, shredded meat Rise from the concrete Dark magic cold embrace Locks the bones back into place Road-kill Resurrection Armored by black magic protection Murdered by the gasoline beast Witchery brings us back to feast