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The

Angels hover in hysterical grief
What has here?
Spectators they around this cadaver
They shriek in recoil

The
help us all, every one of us
The that all that is could fall
How could this be?

From mute sorrow to rhetorical
contorts them all
Their savior has way down from the cross
Forced to the thorns

Tragedy--the slow figures knew
Mourn the dead -- for is nothing we can do

He still lies there
Defiled in
troubled skies
Angels mourn no restrain

Tragedy--the slow moving figures
Mourn the there is nothing we can do