Page 93 - Labyrinth--Suburban Stardust

If the human race is as good as it sounds, Then why do we simply die?
One day we’ll all be put into the ground, We’ll all have to say goodbye.
A mere three hours when you’ve bitten the dust, Your body begins to stiffen
Soon your bones will turn to rust,
And your body itself will be hidden.
After a day, or twenty four hours,
Your body is stone cold dead.
Perhaps your grave will be covered in flowers, Does that fill you with dread?
After a while, the flies will swoop in,
And deposit three hundred maggots.
These maggots will hatch, and swarm within. Now look at your body’s status.
These creatures consume flesh and fat, Scooping up your dear remains.
Now close your eyes and imagine that, Them pulsing around in your bloodstains.
After a week, these maggots will steal, What once belonged to you.
Your body became a simple meal.
Is death still a taboo?
Now after a while, your flesh decays, And you’re left with nothing but bone. It only takes about thirty days,
And the ground is your new home.
Now that you’re dead, welcome to eternity. Bone rotting is child’s play.
So lay in your casket and stare at humanity, For we all will eventually decay.
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Poet: Edgar Midnight