I went to the Garden of love,
And saw what i never had seen before,
A chapel was built in the midst,
where i used to play on the ground.
The gates of this chapel were shut,
and thou shalt not within hense I loved,
so i turned to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore,
And i saw it filled with graves,
And tomb-stones and more
to which eyes like mine should
not see for it was blinding
and where flowers should be is
a secret to only me,
Priests in black gowns were walking
there rounds and binding with brides,
my joggs and desires where slowly crushed
as I gazed at a grave opening husk.
I gazed and screamed and the withered body
yet standing at my feet. I screamed and ran
and prayed for thy life and I was very painfully
dragged to my doom and a there a coffin was
a waiting my arrival and yet not a soul to help me?
The Garden Of Love seemed to be anything but
and that reched undead body crawled back to his
grave and reburied. The priest was nothing more
than bait and a soul but to be tampered with.
I was buried alive!
I had been buried in terror.
