It had miss Jeane
commit suicide
it was so loud, unseen
from its place of hide
like a snake it crept
to her most sensitive part
and it told her heart
the unbearable truth
when she wont listen
it haunted and wont stop
To evil we pay heed
but this ghost comes ahead
to conflict our decision
it comes without question
it raises its voice
to us
it comes to our aid
as we jolly to fall on bad
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