The mourners cry empty tears
So that the mistress may hear
As she is led to her execution
Yet death is not a resolution.
In her eternal hell she rots
Never understanding the Goddess she sought
Her mind is damaged
Her body ravaged
Emotions buried by sorrow
Though she dreams of a tomorrow
She sees a smiling face
Pink locks and white lace
The window closed
The dawn never arose
Her head falls
Teeth crawl
Spider lilies blossom from bone
The harvest that her mission has sown.
The Good-For-Nothing marches on
Desperate hands cling to a memory gone.
Children watch in scorn
At the nutcracker forlorn.
Pride and Gloominess sneer.
Liar and Coldheartedness leer.
Selfishness and Slander rebuke.
Blockhead and Jealousy call dedication a fluke.
Laziness and Vanity care not.
Stupidity and Envy cast lots.
Stubbornness rejects the heavens above.
Love is yet to come
The night is not done.
The world is their stage
They guard a gilded cage.
But it's not time.
Penance must come after a crime.
The Good-For-Nothing awaits
A soul that cannot be freed from fate.
Salvation and rest she does not deserve,
Only a guillotine reserved.