Blessed be the Wither
Master of decay
Creature of rot
Bring a merciful escape
Leave us to ash
So we may be reborn
In your skeletal image
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Eye for eye
Tooth for tooth
May our ash be of use
May we in death
Grant you power
And liveliness
Please take our bodies
Our spirits
And our psyches
And shape them
As your own
Fare thee well
O mighty Wither
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