Food, food, food,
One is the food for another,
In one way or the other.
Food is the first stage
Of destruction.
You have taken food,
Means, you are gone.
See the clouds and
The wind and know
How they are going
Together, from here.
See the process,
Feel how fiercely
All going away.
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