Silently we bemoan the guilt of hell.
Angels in hiding, we won't tell.
Tell? No, no, no. We won't tell.
Hell? No, no, no. Oh hell.
And right in the middle of it all....
-The mortician smiles!
Yeah, right in the middle of it all...
-the mortician smiles.
And he'll smile for you....too....yeah...
-And he'll smile for you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem