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Decay
Upon here I lay, victim of death and decay, I will be of great use to many. I'll be their home. I'll be their food. Through generations of them, the testament of time I stood. But now I lay. That's all I do. Mighty I was, but now a corpse, it's true. Of life I was given. Of lives I helped to provide. Even in the moments after, I continue to do so, I must confide. Yet, I am no secret, though the dead do not talk. My voice will no longer be heard on a walk. Here, I lay.
By Thavien Yliaster11 months ago in Fiction