Without Change, Evolving ceases to be,
Without Evolution there is only Stagnation,
Stagnation being the Harbinger of Decay
and with Decay, Death brays at it's heels,
Bringing with it an unavoidable Truth,
Delayed only by the absence of Atrophy.
Atrophy absconding within the Harrowing Spark of Change
Thus the cycle remains, each one less effective than the last,
until Inevitability's Maw claims it's Feast and Solidifies it's Fate.
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Truth Tempered
PoetrySomething I realised on this day, which I have put into poetic form upon the contemplation of that which should not be contemplated on.
