Rotted
We came from the earth,
And return to it in the end,
Everything rots and goes back to where it came from,
Its all decomposing,
Returning to that which it came from,
In death we return to the start,
And everything we gained along the way is lost,
For nothing stays for eternity,
Everything acomplished is lost,
Rotted away with our earthly body,
Thought has stopped,
And the mind has decomposed,
It all turns into new life,
Rebirth,
That which we once were is now something new,
Though not always beautiful,
It's alive,
And it cycles and goes in circles,
Always starting over,
Building up from all that rotted, decomposed flesh,
It returns again, in a new form,
To live once again
ZILjIN, March 1999 A.D.
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