Black-clad, and pierced all around.
Approaching; hand me a paper she doth:
"I wrote this, here, see how it sounds."
Alas, sad and heartless is the stuff filling these-
Descriptions of death and despair!
What is the cause of this darkness she sees?
What horrors go on in there?
The sad thing, though, is they're being deceived-
Their eyes being blinded from sight.
I saw through deception when I first beleived-
Now, I know the true light.
But sadly, they don't--Do I just keep it in?
No way--I've got to reach out.
To keep such a secret is a very bad sin-
This is such that they must know about!
For if I don't tell, then on that coming day,
Their entrance he will forbid.
And eternally they will be cast away--
Now that's what I call morbid.