Recently deceased, newly undead . . .
I have endured grave injustices. A rich man's car had run over a son of mine. That day is like a fresh wound on my soul. I won't let another child be the victim of the affluence of a rich man! Those same people who called us thieves.... and insulted us and threw us out of our home.... will someday stand at our own house and seek forgiveness! Until then, I continue to search for my
children and hope that my husband may one day return to me. . . so that I might eat his delicious BRAINS. I am thirsty for BollyBLOOD!
AOooooouh! . . . AAAaauuhh!
-{cough}{wheeze}-
-{collapsing to floor}-
I think this pain will KILL me! . . . . again.
