Pity and petty, black and white,
A gloomy sky and a stormy night,
A tear shed and a paintbrush stroke,
Artwork made and history wrote.
Solitary on a wall,
A gravestone amongst them all.
Rich man’s pleasures and poor man’s woes
Nothing reaped what all them sowed.
Stare up at paint or blood upon them walls
And bask in death’s hallowed halls.
Hope and pleasure in those paints and dyes,
Enjoy your life before you die.