Hush young one
Censored thoughts,
Keep it astray you must
Else a liar shall be spat upon
A scoundrel buried in dust
Sprint away
Without your whimpering cries,
Back to your solid slum
Your mother will be baking your pies,
Honeysuckle apple and plum
Now if you ever were to tell,
Satan would weep to behave
I'll build a wall for you
Patterned with words
Resting upon your fathers own grave
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC
Hush young one
Censored thoughts,
Keep it astray you must
Else a liar shall be spat upon
A scoundrel buried in dust
Sprint away
Without your whimpering cries,
Back to your solid slum
Your mother will be baking your pies,
Honeysuckle apple and plum
Now if you ever were to tell,
Satan would weep to behave
I'll build a wall for you
Patterned with words
Resting upon your fathers own grave
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