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The Last Bath

Cleanse my shoulder-burden that my life once bound,
Cleanse my self-only memories stay but not my bond,
Cleanse my shroud-my only attire for my end,
Cleanse my sins-my soul will be blessed.
Cleanse my sanctuary-I shall lay forever on this bed.

By death, my life is perfected.
For the Rests, may we meet again unaltered.

edited 3/3/2020

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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