All Possessions

Only spirits rise

When the body dies

All possessions mean nothing at all

In the carcass, flies

Maggots eat what dies 

All possessions creep before they start to crawl  

And the rain shall pour and wash all sins away

While your sleep in morbid disarray 

Only time will tell

How your body fell

All possessions left to fall and break apart

They will gather dust

They will turn to rust

All possessions once held dearly in your heart

And the rain shall pour and wash your dreams away

While you sleep in morbid disarray 

All the scavengers 

All the gatherers 

All possessions they shall steal away from you

They will curse again

They will share your pain

All possessions bring about a clouded view 

And the rain shall pour and wash their greed away

While you sleep in morbid disarray