We saw,then, what it was like to be dead.
Fearing Death; we peered at the body.
The body; in a veil of black, ready to wed.
She was ready, with her limp vessel,to leave the shed.
It was all so gory, but it displayed brilliant glory.
The "living" were so stiff, she saw.
Their remains were pure, raw.
We had a brush with death, still waiting in the lousy lobby.
There were others along side us, forty.
What they saw, the leaders, was pain.
What we knew, the happiness, was already slain.
Mary! That was her name!
Abandoned in that lonely road that brought great fame.
For him, the despicable, this was but a hobby.