Heaven Bound Or Bust
Ash to ash, dust to dust,
O death be not thy strife.
We yield life to hold life,
As all things living must.
O death be not unjust,
Thy soul do not forsake.
A short sleep, then awake!
Tis' heaven bound or bust.
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