In the sanctity of the crematori
A widow burns in the pyre
For the deceased a peaceful sanctum
Death bestowed in the heat of sacred fire
Echoing chants of the feeble priest
Pollutes the secluded realms
Bride widow strapped to the dead
In the darkness oblivion awaits
The flame burns high
As her face starts to burn
Vermillion melts on the logs
Faith for her pseudo gods shunned
Embers hiss her skin is seared
Once living now a shrinking carcass
Flesh of the pious sati reduced to vile filth
Betrayed by the divine god;
content on serving the dead in hell
Hear her soul scream in infernal anguish
Impotent blessings of a million gods it seeks
Hear her soul scream in the pits of hell
Death is the price one pays for being meek
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