Pale lily

This day of flesh

As sickness in

This bed 

Of stagnant blood 

Waits for man 

Dust in his coffin 

Maggots in his head 

Wherefore art thou 

In this bed of wood 

And pain 

Wherefore art thou 

In this place of dirt, 

and vermin 

Wherefore art thou 

When the doctor says 

It's over 

Wherefore art thou 

When the love is dead 

And the nurse goes pale lily 

Wherefore art thou Lord 

Wherefore art thou?

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