From basin to drain to sewer
Life pumped in veins bathed in blood
Filling river Styx, Charon the pursuer
As it ends it turns to mud
Cleansed in ashes, washed in dirt
Bathed with soil, erasing life's slashes
A residue of discarded earth removed my hurt
Healed of pain's gashes, with dust's splashes
Sand paper peels off rust and grime
Bark of skin scoured and bleached
Anguish's scars faded with time
From the bowels of worms purity is reached
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