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Come from Clay, Return to Clay
a hole dug deep,
for the disregarded victim,
a completion of the sacrifice,
but no mess left behind
for prying eyes to find,
In everything goes
for the ground to swallow
nothing wasted,
nature has no preference,
its appetite is endless
the criminal bets
on the rot, to continue
to feed the lust,
and save the rest
for dessert,
To continue to satisfy
the gods, a portion
demanded for every
prize,
Giving thanks, burying
the guilt, which does not
exist, letting the clay
have its way,
