In the End

The sinners they sin and the believers they pray But in the end we all die anyway Some are cremated and put in an urn Hotter than hell the bodies they burn Others are wrapped and cast off a boat Fishermans' blessing to carry them home Some are fixed in poles up high Cast ablaze with possessions spirits ary Egyptians are wrapped in cloth and honey Cats and dogs they had gold and their money One way is not better than others All born the same the womb of our mothers