The world has stolen my consciousness

Yea to the winds you shall hear for it is not but fantasy as yea it is true, for I, the Zombie Lord over all Zombies past, present and to come before us now does hereby request with his greatest majesty that all rabbits be duly confined to their respective cages subjectively throughout the course of this missive. For you aren't anything except for a hound dog, crying all of the time. I'm no American idiot, but everything you are saying of me is taking me one step closer to the edge, and I feel that I am about to break. Dear friends, four score and seventeen thousand leagues under the sea the nations of the Persian empire descended upon you! Let the rabbits wear glasses, can I get an amen? For it is in giving that we are annihilated in the name of her majesty the Queen of Bees, O how magnificent her splendor! Therefore it is to be assumed that in due process of the law and all her quandries the most fitting proposition for the state of madness beseeching us upon our country is requiring your utmost comprehension. Thus I request that my words be followed as law for all the world is a banana and we are merely the peels bouncing about jubilantly in the sunset of our own subconscious. Please forward any questions pertaining to the above proclamation to the giant purple cucumber located directly behind you (his name's Fred).

Thank you.