You didn't mean then. And if you did you didn't mean only then.

 You meant The walking Dead in your time and our time. They would hear your voice, and those that heard would live. 

I don't see anybody that hears, gospel jesus. I don't. I see only masses that will do everything in their power to be sure that they don't hear, every excuse, every explanation, every exit.

That which prefers mere existence, pleasurable as it sometimes is, so displaces what was born in us, life itself, that life doesn't have a chance of getting a foothold again.