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Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time
To live and is full of misery. He cometh up and is
Cut down like a flower. He fleeth as it were a
Shadow and never continueth in one stay. In the
Midst of life, we are in death. We commit his body
To the ground. Earth to earth. Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust!*
Down to HELL!
Burn to a crisp
Piece of dirt
Piece of SHIT!
Piece of SHIT!
Into the ground
Now you will lay
Piece of dirt
Piece of SHIT!
Piece of SHIT!
Piece of dust
Piece of dirt
On my shirt
HA!
DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!
Kiss your life goodbye!
DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!
ASHES TURN TO DUST!
Into the ground
Can't say no more
Piece of dirt
Piece of SHIT! Piece of SHIT!
Into the ground
Now you will lay
Piece of dirt
Piece of SHIT! Piece of SHIT!
DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!
Kiss your life goodbye!
DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!
ASHES TURN TO DUST!
[From Book of Common Prayer]
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