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Behold these worms as they emerge from my skull

Behold the maggots as they feast upon my dead skin

The air is damp with rememberance

Worms sing in the choir of hunger

Their voices small, devout, eternal

My body is a monastery of rot

Each bone, a relic

Each sinew, a prayer unraveling

My tongue no longer shapes language

Only hums the hymns of mildew

A psalm of sweet corrosion

A gospel of dripping stone

Flies kneel upon my chest

Their wings beating benedictions

For the nameless dead within me

My skin collapses into itself

A parchment rewritten by mold

Veins blacken

Muscles loosen their faith

In the hush between heartbeats

I hear the liturgy of dissolution

Everything returns

Everything feeds

Everything forgets

The grave does not mock - it receives

It blesses all that crumbles

For rot is grace

And the soil, salvation

Beneath this holy weight of earth

I am forgiven

Not by god

But by decomposition