Ashes of Avarice

Avarice ashes have fallen upon my somewhat filthy feet My face turns into a beet every time you tell me I’m pretty neat Avarice ashes have risen from the heartless, cold ground Without a sound, I scream to the maximum but no one hears me, so I’m a long-lost hound I’m cooler than a fridge these days You’re hotter than flames in your ways I go astray as I say I’m done with you, Hurting me in ways you put me through I go astray, so I’m a tray of ashes in your ever-quaking hands I understand and try to obey God’s Word in these evil lands You smoke me out like your end-of-your-day cigarette and I’m upset You smoke me out and now I’m nothing but avarice ashes of regret