In the light and shadows of day and night,
the hunger for food emerges,
a journey set on, reaching into spaces that they could dwell on,
never have any left a crumb, any last bit had the job done,
widespread of latent triggers of unsafe, filling the air,
capturing any sign of life,
but deep inside, competitions, break out,
between molds, maggots, fungi, bacteria,
struggling to strive, reaching into our range,
devouring food,
in ways that we never appreciate,
the disgusting look, the faintly smell, the gases of doom,
the endless process of consuming food, the finished chanting of corruption,
lies in the potential of life.
Being the sequence of life that couldn't do without,
living beyond us far more,
taking places we can never have power to reach,
you have lived with evolution,
beside us always,
cleaning after us, after everyone,
giving new life new chance,
letting dead rest in peace.
Everything buried under piles of dead, could have been this world,
but safe and sound because of you,
so important to life on this planet,
no one realized it, but there is an end to the cycle of life,
end,
of decay.
(Freestyle)