Silent whispers in the air
Dying flowers everywhere
Rotting corpses fill the room
Down the aisle comes the groom
His tux is ripped and stained with gore
His leg drags limply on the floor
As they start to moan and cry
Something’s caught his bloodshot eye
Her hair is dark and held in place
Her face is pale and masked by lace
They both have to look their best
For today they’re finally put to rest
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