where the worm dieth not

By Diogenes ( articles ) | Apr 20, 2007

Your pomp is brought down to Sheol, the sound of your harps; maggots are the bed beneath you, and worms are your covering. ... Those who see you will stare at you, and ponder over you: Is this the man who made the earth tremble, who shook kingdoms, who made the world like a desert and overthrew its cities, who did not let his prisoners go home? All the kings of the nations lie in glory, each in his own tomb; but you are cast out, away from your sepulchre, like a loathed untimely birth, clothed with the slain, those pierced by the sword, who go down to the stones of the Pit, like a dead body trodden under foot. Isaiah 14: 11, 16-19.

Barb Nicolosi has a photo essay on the macabre fate of Megiddo.