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Ashes. (1/3)
Ring around the rosy....
pocketful of posies...
"Ashes Ashes"...
We all fall down...
Ashes to ashes.
dust to dust.
All is lost
from mothers core to her crust.
Look, what's that?
Extremedies black?
Slight chill creeping up your back.
It's the cold hand of death.
Knocking at your door
for your very last breath.
You get a high fever,
it's a 102 degrees!
I'm begging you lord,
Look, I'm even on my knees!
Followed by some painful cramps
with violent convulsive seizures.
Bliss is no longer at the tips of your fingers.
A pain in your leg.
What do we have here.?
I believe that's blood dripping from your right ear.
What is this now?
your skin's turning pink?
That could explain the vomit in the sink.
What's next you say?
I'm glad you asked!
First just let me don this gas mask.
This area you see, it's become infested.
The infected rats have come and nested.
Death is coming.
Swift and uncontested.
So we'll bomb this area,
the plague still in your veins.
We'll take your ashes,
and scatter their remains.
