Mummies in their tombs will rise
In the final pages of the book of revelation
They smell the putrid odor in the air
Pity the billion limp bodies on the streets
They offer their place
The sky has flashed white
Engulfed by the dark nimbus clouds
the mere signals of an awakening
Sadly, time ran faster than
The truth could reach
the ears of these bodies
Deaf were they to the gongs
They remain untouched
With their delusion of control
Death became them
