章 77: Cycles
I'm so tired of death being the end.
Can't it be a beat, a second, a moment of silence?
As we lay bodies in the ground?
Mushrooms will grow and so will our deafening grief.
There's no body to mourn for, it's already returned to the fauna.
Who knows, are they the newborn bird flying?
I'm so tired of death being the end.
Can't it be a pause before the melody returns?
That's what it is, a brief quiet in the song before the crescendo begins.
Death is a pause not the ending.
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