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 welcoming death;
my life will be perfected.
Farewell the Rests,
may we meet again unaltered.
edited 2/12/2020
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