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Recycled

Updated on April 30, 2015

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".

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