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This Old Man
The cry of the wolf knows not he is the inheritance of the waning moon
Interchanging aggression for passion drip of desires darkness shall swoon
Howl unto me my night creatures, feast of the blood
Fangs dipping in ripen flesh in the name of love
London Bridges falling down human immurement sacrificed limbs to keep its crown
What goes up Vikings burned it to the ground
Bodies encased in its moorings hushed without the Queens' sound
Watering graves erected beams
Entombed, no mercy as young minds scream
Upon protest of tears from parents enraged
Their generation souls not rested as the steel was paved
What nick knack patty whack, I give dog their bones
I serenade them with graveyards songs
Buried deep who hears the cry when hearts are ripped and torn
Minds in the shadows of death, flowers thrown in the morn
Unto the King peasants have nothing to give, nothing to share
Scale the castle and rob the nobleman of his silver and gold, and burn his lair
As ancient rite unto my nursery rhymes as time has foretold
I am the providence, we stand naked shivering our porridge is cold
This old man came rolling home
Barefooted, no bread to break, family abandoned, and all alone
To the guillotine my head bent I saw the hunger and heartache still mirrored in the children’s eyes
Decaying bodies riddled with starvation and swarming flies
Is this the road to redemption my head severed eyes watch my body twitch my soul descended to be consoled
To give weary souls
The comforts, the town's people under your monarch still freezing, bodies encased in its moorings in the cold
King oh thy King, can you hear the sounds of your kingdom raising arms in battle to overthrow
By death and destruction as the Roman rosary clasped in hope to give comfort to the po
This old man he plays five
The music of doom in his head realizing he has no home in the sky
Treason for hunger as his body is quartered, dragged through the village accused of stealing from the King a loaf of rye
This poem was based off of the Nursery Rhyme, This Old Man
#DarkNurseryRhymes
Interchanging aggression for passion drip of desires darkness shall swoon
Howl unto me my night creatures, feast of the blood
Fangs dipping in ripen flesh in the name of love
London Bridges falling down human immurement sacrificed limbs to keep its crown
What goes up Vikings burned it to the ground
Bodies encased in its moorings hushed without the Queens' sound
Watering graves erected beams
Entombed, no mercy as young minds scream
Upon protest of tears from parents enraged
Their generation souls not rested as the steel was paved
What nick knack patty whack, I give dog their bones
I serenade them with graveyards songs
Buried deep who hears the cry when hearts are ripped and torn
Minds in the shadows of death, flowers thrown in the morn
Unto the King peasants have nothing to give, nothing to share
Scale the castle and rob the nobleman of his silver and gold, and burn his lair
As ancient rite unto my nursery rhymes as time has foretold
I am the providence, we stand naked shivering our porridge is cold
This old man came rolling home
Barefooted, no bread to break, family abandoned, and all alone
To the guillotine my head bent I saw the hunger and heartache still mirrored in the children’s eyes
Decaying bodies riddled with starvation and swarming flies
Is this the road to redemption my head severed eyes watch my body twitch my soul descended to be consoled
To give weary souls
The comforts, the town's people under your monarch still freezing, bodies encased in its moorings in the cold
King oh thy King, can you hear the sounds of your kingdom raising arms in battle to overthrow
By death and destruction as the Roman rosary clasped in hope to give comfort to the po
This old man he plays five
The music of doom in his head realizing he has no home in the sky
Treason for hunger as his body is quartered, dragged through the village accused of stealing from the King a loaf of rye
This poem was based off of the Nursery Rhyme, This Old Man
#DarkNurseryRhymes
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