Could've been

From the tool in her hand
to the temple of his head
came a treacherous roar
making walls bleed red
Ol' Virginia the wife
was now widowed instead
Found old Thomas dead in his bed
Contradicting what the coroner said

Something beyond

I stepped outside the living hive
to see that I've become alive
In just about the nick of time
aligned inside by purest vine

The plants that each within me grow
have so far shown the way to go
why in Me I do not know
who plants these seeds in such neat rows?