The Worms
Do you wish to ask
what are the worms for?
these tiny ones
soon shall change into
black and brown moths
they will find light
amidst the darkness
and burn themselves
to ashes
But first you must know
the reason for their existence,
they are here for you
maggots to your flesh
and soon
they'll get you
Your bones shall be
their witnesses
Their triumph
the inevitable.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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