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There is a gray lady who follows me.

Although she is large, she’s quite hard to see.

Many have known her, and felt her desire.

And many fell victim, to what she desired.

There is a gray lady, she won’t set me free.

She lives in my house, she lives with me.

She lives in my bed and hinders my sleep.

She lives in my thoughts, like a repetitive dream.

I know this gray lady, she too has a name.

Her name is Dishonor, her surname is Shame.

Like the angels of old, who fell from estate,

The earth is her playground, mankind is her fate.

I know this gray lady, her tactics are wild

She ravenously eats at man, woman and child

Created in thought, encouraged by action

The gray lady I know, is quite an attraction.

I know of no cure, no treatment provided.

Though pills can be eaten, the load is not lightened.

Pretty Dishonour, Beautiful Shame

Will thou never err, or forget my name?

Let the carver when crafting my stone,

make no mention of the gray lady I have known.

Let me rest in the earth, alone and at peace.

Finally free, finally released.