I saw death in the face of the viper
The day he broke my heart
Deep inside I know he set you free
Sang the Meadow Lark
Another I do! Another pledge
The treacherous viper wore the same black suit
He wore the colors of devil’s cape the second time around
Because strait is the gate and narrow is the way
His face shines as he fake a smile
A sort of camera pose,
I saw death in his face and Pinokio nose
The well-wishers whisper “no taste
What a disgrace! , what a waste!
A pitiful image of a man
The pastor sadly said Amen!
I saw death upon the face of the haunted soul
The cracks in the old brick wall whistle a tune
“Thou stand before the alter another fool”
A wedding or a funeral an evening of doom!
The middle-aged groom
The love, kindness in him decline.
Love is blind.