Not At All
Bridges burn and idols fall,
everything is not at all.
Men awake in gentle hell,
waiting for the wedding bell.
Souls shall gather at a wall,
everything is not at all.
Women whisper on their knees,
suffering in wicked ease.
Beauty thrives on beck and call,
everything is not at all.
I have known her telling knell
ringing when my dreaming fell.
God may bless her bridal pall,
everything is not at all.
Men will take their place in line,
suffering her kiss of wine.
Souls will weep dry at a wall,
everything is not at all.
Girls bequeath what I refuse
for the comfort of my muse.
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