Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust...
Thy time is done now
so halt thy lust!
For may there be a world
that might still do you just.
This it is true and also a must.
So, what's it to be my friend?
Is it Heaven
and its bright lights to trust?
Or could it be the other end?
Hot Hell and its black crust?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem