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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       
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
The greatest deception men suffer is from their own opinions.

Leo
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