New World

Dead silence, stalking me.
A pound of flesh, for whoever wishes to take it.
A new dawn, an old dusk.
This can only bring horror.
Bloodlust. Bloodshed.
What is in your soul?
To be a machine for the Devil?
To be God's messenger?
I think not.
Damnation fills the citizens, zombies,
of a new kingdom.
Their leader holds a bitter ultimatum.
Die or Join.