He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.

Sharp stones are under him: he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire.

I wouldn't go back to ashes or dust
Words gave me life and in them I will surrender
From words to words..

I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.

And ye shall tread down the wicked; for they shall be ashes under the soles of your feet in the day that I shall do this, saith the LORD of hosts.