Meditations Upon Decay

[CoffeeBean]

The Wheel

The wheel wails as it turns—grinding bone into dust, into soil, into life! A new cycle- Again! And again! And again, and again, and again!

A flower splits the soil- it grows, blossoms, wilts, ROTS - melting back into the dirt - the cycle begins again.

A child is born. Flesh. Blood. Eyes wide! Grows into limbs, thoughts, regrets! Wilts- Decays- A corpse feeding the earth. Worms, crawling through hollow bones. The cycle begins again.

A city, risen—brick by brick, stone piercing clouds. Lights flicker, pulse, die. Glass shatters. Foundations crack. Towers crumble, ash on the wind. It sinks into itself—concrete bones, rusted veins—buried. Forgotten. The cycle begins again.

The snake is HERE. The snake is HUNGRY. Mouth wide, tail in throat, swallowing infinity! Spinning. Decaying. Laughing. Screaming. Breathing rot. The cycle unending.

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[CoffeeBean]

Suffering

The wheel turns, a cosmic milestone - grinding flesh into bone, bone into dust, dust into soil, and the cycle begins again.

The living cry, scream, claw, bargain - pleading against the inevitable,

ground beneath it all - flesh and bone,

Melded into the earth, returning to the dust.

The wheel turns. The cycle continues.

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