Beware, Many Have Gone

Scores of living dead, mad men Sitting on a dead man's chair All dead themselves Of his passions and fears Having died mad himself Of their strenghts and weaknesses Beware, many have gone. Double edged, bushy, blissful path Natural weed often cleared An apple that tells Many men's end Beware, many have gone! Many more wait in line! Her victims' rank swells! Beware, many have gone Through this road to abyss Notoriously known Yet vigorously sought Though at the right time "It leads to paradise" Fruit of love that warms the heart.