“You needed them to be what they could not be.
Your tears mingled with theirs
Your pain meant their deaths
All to elevate you as a god”
Zombie Brian shambled in, earning a look of disgust from an ironic member of Club Enlightened as the rarified air of an ode to Friedrich Nietzsche was so rudely disturbed.
As Brian moved listlessly about in a vacuum where there used to be a world The Neocon calculated the various ways to dispatch of him yet again. The cleansing must continue, and so the zombie’s head left his shoulders from a swipe of the katana.