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Forever my wife
The bells begin
there most wonderful tunes,
is 8 am,
the bride begins to walk the lane,
where she would see
in front
her life,
a lovely dress,
the nice silk red dress,
holding dark roses
in her dull cold hands,
so happy she has in front of her man,
the husband coming walking slowly,
looking upon the heavens,
crying in pain,
I wonder why?
Husband wearing a torn suit
looking down on satans world,
hearing everyone around,
you will make her happy,
in the altar we stand,
your silk dress
is made out of my human flesh,
my torn suit is do to pain,
the parts missing
are the ones making your wonderful dress,
my blood her blood,
all the voices but no one around,
church emptied, light is out,
cemetery is where are vaults are said,
dear husband
do you take loneliness as your wife,
“I do”,
dear loneliness
do you take you husbands life,
“I do”,
it is time kiss your bride,
since day one she was your forever wife
-che
