Ashes to ashes said the priest
As he drew the cross symbol on my forehead
Little he knows that I'm already ashes
Just the skiny remains of man
The fire that burned me
Is still under my skin
Nobody can see it
But it's consuming
The fading goodness in me
The far memory of hope in me
All I ask is to be free
Free of this pain
Back to peace
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