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She was an older lady

Who loved Jesus,

And in her mind,

He was her lover.

As she aged,

Her heart swelled with pain,

She told the priest,

As he lay under her cover.

Through the years 

Her mind twisted,

And she began to love this sad tune,

Addicted to the doom, 

Like so many others

Sucked into gloom.

The bible was like her fairytale,

Children grown,

She was prudish and old,

Her only hope was the stories it told,

Her gloom was her pity,

Her "feel sorry" city.

She was buried in a wedding dress,

Just as she asked to be,

The wedding that took place,

Was a corpse and a basket case.

Who is to say,

She isn't up in the sky,

Living on a cloud with Jesus Christ,

Her husband now?

For some believers, this hard to conceive,

But it has just as much merit,

As the other garbage

People believe.

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