Heavenly attire,man sown
More naked leaves costumed his day
For dust we shall return first May
It be all as one,white dark grown
His finger nails moulded my throne
Ghastly rodents got men out thrown
Truthful soul is,we shall decay
This earth we came,
Deliciously bury grey bone
Sinful nature in awe atone
Grace era,Lord’s prayer we spray
Men in black they begin to pray
They laid golden box to mud cone
This earth we came-Rachel Charles
Ashes to the ground, all said twice.
My soul is been shuffled like dice.
I laid still as your offering.
Bad photography imaging .
Bed of roses but still it’s lies
Our soul is been in much tries.
Pointing fingers, which is shut thrice.
If only you was my ending.
Ashes to the ground.
All over again we got ply’s.
Me Isaac, you Abraham’s slice.
My tender heart is your landing .
To slaughter or preserve blending .
Kiss me one time ‘fore time fly’s.
Ashes to the ground. – Hypermind.
Wherefore our hearts burn till its bare?
Despite these words may sit in here.
Good and evil, which one is doom?
In this place, ashes fill the room.
Conscience eats and forget it’s heir,
leaving those homes with less of care.
Shall I invite a god and zoom?
Wherefore our hearts burn?
Ghosts shall be consumed from the rear,
dusts of this kind shall soon be rare.
When they die, laughter should be loom,
until the clock keeps ticking; boom
Then death comes in and we all dare.
Wherefore our hearts burn?-Ruddapoet