We the Living...maybe Dead.

We the Living Dead have come with proposition.
Ah, why so formidable to our worthy presents?
You've not realize nor come to the conclusion yet?
Hum, we've given you too much fame fellow being.

Yes dear, you heard me for you are so deeply so,
Do you not sense it; detect it in any way nor form?
Well, you need to discern it before it's too late,
For you will regret it if you don't do so, soon.

Regret it? You will, for you will be one of us.
Oh fellow, do you not understand what we are?
We are the Living Dead, alive but, not living.
I know that is an oxymoron but we all are.

Except you, for this atomic moment at least,
For once you turn cadaverous there’s no return.
Well, there’s away to return but by the time you do,
It will be too late for you’ll be dead, gone, perished.

Have you gain understanding of our proposition?
Uh, you are not intelligent, come feel my wrist.
You feel the soft pulse, do you not? For it’s beating.
Now, feel my heart, my dead heart for it has no point.

See, my small veins have a minuscule degree point,
Though no purpose, as for the heart, that pounding thing,
It has the glorious role, ultimate destination.
And you have that glorious thing inside of you.

A copious number of us yearn for that glorious role,
And yet there are so many of us, the Living Dead
That have not realized what they are for they only
See what is in the moment for themselves, nothing.

Never let your glorious role, roll away form you.
Through all out time many never understand this speech,
But you have. So good day fellow being, see you next life.