Her diseased ghost has left that haunt
With her own suggestion implied
A sickened call entered my room
Heralding my imminent doom
And I whispered �Lord, I have died�
Yet no Bell tolled my grave
And yet no God by me would save
And so I just lie here in Death�s bed
The crucifix with bleeding palms
Watches nature me embalm
Like me, He hangs there, helpless and dead
The sickness, She spread out to the earth
And every babe alive in birth
Was by Her gluttony slowly devoured
And as the fruit of every womb
Was dropped inside a crowded tomb
To the disease their lives were empowered
