Ashes and Bones

Ashes to Ashes,
Bones to Bones,
Violence sits upon a throne.

Beauty is second,
Only to the king.
For the king is violence,
Which goes unseen.

Soil to Soil,
Past to Past,
Beauty of the soul is made to last.

Though violence destroys as it will,
Beauty sits alone,
Beauty sits still.

You may be good,
You may be bad,
But there is a lesson to be had.

Beauty of the soul never fades,
But violence too, remains.

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