Recycled
We were once dust upon the land
Fashioned of clay by our creators hand
A spirit set in human flesh
A recycled soul, a structure fresh
Whose reputation through the course of life will hinder most foretell
If your breath of life be salvaged or suffocate in hell
What was to be feared will be past due to convert
Once a heap of dust, crumbled back to dirt
If you qualify for the key to hell then stamped upon your urn
will be the order of your damnation "No deposit ~ No return".
