Come, Part Two

Come, let us rejoice
And perhaps you will feel remorse
For the sin they have caused
For the pain you have endured.

Come, let us feast
Sitting next to these vile beasts
Who sit and chatter without a care
As if there is no pain for them to bear.

Come, let us not dawdle
For we have much to accomplish
For before this night is through
We will be part of something new.

Come; let us go to the grave
Our friend underneath is who we intend to save
Bring him up out of the ground
And remove that disgusting shroud.

Come, let us heal him quickly
For yet he still looks sickly
Laying down in his casket
With a layer of death around him
Like flowers in a basket.

Come, drip that elixir unto his lips
Let the poison slip in
But not in big sips
Even though the chances of success are slim

Come back to us brother
Come back to life
If it was any other
It would not be worth the strife.