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]