It has been written…

For dust we are,

And to dust we return.

Where death has fallen,

New life begins to churn.

Slaughtered for existing,

Returned to the dust,

One life taken

To feed what must.

For all things dying

Are seeds in decay,

The carcass of life

Breeds dawn into day.

Survival in silence,

The heart can betray,

For the living know death

Yet devour their way.

The carcass of life,

The cycle ordained,

What falls to the ground

Is risen again.

From ashes to hunger,

From hunger to light,

Death plants the seed of life,

For the next in line.

Not eye for an eye,

But the law of the land,

The strong rise higher

On the bones of the damned.

As wheat must fall

For the stalk to rise,

Flesh becomes soil

In the fate under skies.

We sacrifice the fallen,

But the truth is stark:

The living feed living

In a world ruled by dark.

All go to one place…

All turn to the dust…

The breath of the dying

Feeds the newborn thrust.

The carcass of life,

A divine design,

What perishes now

Strengthens the line.

For nothing can blossom

Till something must die,

A cruel holy truth

Set under the sky.