Purgatory has a door
And on it is my name
I hope to make it through there
Someday, past every cleansing flame
It'll be like rebirth
Like a bath in the purest lake
I'll lose every burden
The fire will burn away all the pain
And the only thing left
Will be the ashes of my shame
And I'll carry them around with me
To remind me of the warmth of those flames
S.
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