They beseech God of Fire to burn me
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The hungry Fire consumes,
my dead flesh and futile bones,
with its leaping flames.
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The titbits of bones and ashes,
literally the pieces of me, are immersed in river.
-
My physical body is fortunate.
My soul is loitering nowhere to go.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 6:35 AM UTC
They beseech God of Fire to burn me
-
The hungry Fire consumes,
my dead flesh and futile bones,
with its leaping flames.
-
The titbits of bones and ashes,
literally the pieces of me, are immersed in river.
-
My physical body is fortunate.
My soul is loitering nowhere to go.
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