Food For The Worms - Exodus

There is no afterlife

We all just decompose

No Heaven’s pearly gates

Just tags upon our toes

A slow putrescence

From the time the life is shorn

Feast for the maggots

Reborn

Wet and adipocerous

Our flesh turns in to wax

Enter hypostasis

Pale skin discolored black

Regeneration

When life has adjourned

Insect infestation

Our favors are returned

When from this world we are unbound

We’re food for the worms

When they plant me in the ground I’m

Food for the worms

The reaper beats at the gate of every man

Lies fill the Bible, Tanakh and Quran

It matters not which dogma you believe

Our bodies are left to rot like fallen leaves

The circle of life it marches on

We fertilize the ground we walk upon

Feast for the vultures' all that’s left

While hope spring eternal for the bereft

The throes of rigor mortis

Forensic certainty

Heaven, Olam Ha-Ba

Fairy tales of lunacy

We’re vessels for the larvae

Not vessels for the soul

Transform to liquefaction

Make all nature whole

Food for the worms