As time races toward 12
It was she , broken bones, cracked teeth; wearing a veil
Wedding.
Letting people see good
Bad. Evil. All mankind.
She just hitched now she is found in a ditch. All from not discovering what her value was. Who can and who can't I trust.

That's it . dust. All because you thought you were marrying good luck.
Now you're tied in the back of the truck wandering miles. Waiting for salvation. You scream until your throat bleeds. Wandering miles. Waiting for salvation.

Then you wake up.