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Nursery Rhymes
Mary had a little lamb
its heart was black as coal.
One day as Mary slept,
he slipped in to raped her
fucking soul.
Jack and Jill
were Queen and King.
Force up the hill for slaughter.
Beheaded were both,
Jack's first,
and Jill's came tumbling after.
Mary Mary
You're quiet the contrary
Will you show me your
garden of corpse?
How about your instrument of tortures,
bells and shells,
ready the maids guillotine for murder.
As London bridges fall down,
the truth comes out,
innocent infantile souls,
alive at burial.
So set a ring around the roses,
light the leaves and watch them burn.
Screeching screams,
echoing in the night,
jews cry out as they're sizzled alive,
oh how it must have hurt!
Ashes Ashes Ashes Ashes
Cooked and roasted,
well enough to be toasted,
Smoke that kushiness of the dead,
Look me in the eyes
Let me sing to you a lullaby,
for this is the night,
my last rocka-bye-bye.
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