bride and groom about to wed
the bride got in a Hurst
dressed up to the hilt
think this wedding cursed
meanwhile back at the church
grooms stumbled over, out cold
everyone's gobsmacked, scared
cravat's blood red, not gold
on her way towards the funeral
in black Gothic wedding dress
there's lots of slow moving people
stuck behind her is the press
at the church an ambulance
has gone to get the groom
he doesn't know where he is
probably somewhere on the moon
flashing, photographers, paparazzi
taking pictures of the bride
in her black morbid wedding dress
later she'll find her loved ones died
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