As the church bells begin to ring
So the cathedral lark starts to sing
The wooden doors burst wide open
And the bride, beneath her veil, is curtained
Her cheeks are pink
The blushing bride
Her smile she does not try to hide
Her long, brown hair
Glistening in the wind
Her eyes are happy
O, she smiles from within.
O, but does she know
The misfortune that is to be her woe
Does she see? That is, of this -
Or in her joy, the obvious she will miss?
Does she not see?
The rotten dirt she is to marry
Can she not tell?
That it is to abuse and suffering
Her soul she is about to sell.
This very young lady
One so pure, gentle, fair
Is about to be ripped apart by grief,
Violence and despair.
She will be treated as an object -
No choice, freedom, or life
Those who deny deny the fact
That has been proven worldwide:
All the descendants of his tribe
Have that nature, that which,
In their hearts, it sits
For they believe Eve was from their side
And so do to her as they deem fit
They despise and hate
Those they see as immoral
And believe they will die by the hands of Fate -
Rejoicing at their funeral
They claim themselves to be so pure
Clean and free and free from sin
Yet they take joy at Lucifer's fall
And treat him as their king.
They are blind, for they feel
The 'confused' are so sinful
That they are nothing more than Hell's tool
But are they not, by their actions, ten times more evil?
To them, prejudice, discrimination and abuse
Are rightly godly things
And the 'confused' who do no such sins
Are horrible, ghastly, unworthy beings.
But those of the 21st century
Deny this fact - they take no heed
But to their heels they take to find some means
To prove themselves right, justified and believed.
So I do pray
That you may take advice
Unlike the innocent bride
Who will, inevitably, succumb to their vice.