Cinis Ad Cinerem, Pulvis Ad Pulverem
Do the ashes rest on the frigid ground so cold?
As they are seeing the next steps of infinity,
Ask that question of yours to the reaper, be bold.
Dust whence we came, dust shall we leave old,
Laying down I pray for us all, a touch of divinity,
Do the ashes rest on the frigid ground so cold?
What heavens seen or hell's abhorred, no gold
To replace what you've lost, are you missing eternity?
Ask that question of yours to the reaper, be bold.
Deaths dark door opens wide, it's coming foretold
By understanding, God's grace fills now the vicinity yet
Do the ashes rest on the frigid ground so cold?
Give in and surrender sweet one, bells have tolled
For you this time, meet them and with holy trinity
Ask that question of yours to the reaper, be bold.
No explanation for his love so gracefully doled
Out just so, yet you ponder this beautiful affinity,
Do the ashes rest on the frigid ground so cold?
Ask that question of yours to the reaper, be bold.
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Tim B | Year Posted 2011
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