In death thou dot sit
Silence is thy natural habit.
They preach the fear of thy presence
Hoax all now to prove thy existence.
They preach that the death hath a dark face
But it embeds the body with a tragic red lace.
They preach that thy order is like mighty thunder
But we see here and there, the order is to murder
Miracles is death, mesmerism is death, mother is death and thou too
Now man stolen the thunder, man pronounced the order without boo.
Is THE WORLD Hell? That thou giveth to us and thou, the sleeping monk ever hadth Sweet sleep under undiscovered Pyramid.