Brave John

Everyone wonders why I’m Sad
They cannot be Thoughtful
While I’m here Lamenting
My mother’s Death
Not a single Person
Visits her grave in the Churchyard

Each morning with prayers in the Churchyard
Perhaps God will understand why I’m Sad
He should, after he took away this Person
Nay, this angel, so Thoughtful
Caring for me until Death
And yet they question my Lamenting

I whip myself, Lamenting
That they would reconstruct the Churchyard
That they would be sorrowful in Death
Why is it they are not Sad
Could it be this world killed the Thoughtful
Could I be the last real Person

They mock me as that Person
Who beats himself in Lamenting
“A show, the savage is Thoughtful
A lighthouse, my new Churchyard
Without her here, I am Sad
Without them here, I see Death

I see the woman who helped with her Death
She was not the only Person
But seeing her, remembering her naked body, makes me Sad
She is the real reason I am Lamenting
Bringing my sins into this makeshift Churchyard
That you brought her, Lord, is Thoughtful

She acts concerned and Thoughtful
But she deserves a Death
From my beating in the Churchyard
In front of every Person
They all join Lamenting
Painful orgies cure the Sad

I left the Thoughtful behind and lost my one Person
I deserve Death and have failed my Lamenting
The rope will decorate my Churchyard with a decoration most Sad

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