Warm body
hot cross
wrong judgment
cold grave
I am lying on the cross now
they are hammering in my nails
the fire washes the soul clean
and what remains is a mouthful
I will come back
in ten days
as your shadow
and will hunt you
I will rise secretly
and you will beg for mercy
then I will kneel in your face
and stick my finger in the ashes
ashes to ashes
and dust Dust

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