Vultures feast
Everyday is the festival
The night is the beast
Rotting carcass
Rotten earth
Maggots strip the flesh
Lice make a home
Worms shout in feverish glee
We are the king
Our dynasty is born
Undeserved, the throne for those unable to rule themselves
A distant astronaut looks on in acute distaste
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