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Warm body
hot cross
wrong judgment
cold grave

I now lie on the cross
they hammer nails into me
the fire purifies the soul
and remaining is a mouthful of
ashes

I will return
in ten days
as your shadow
and I will hunt you down

Secretly I will rise from the dead
and you will plead for mercy
then I will kneel in your face
and stick my finger in the ashes

Ashes to ashes
and dust to dust