when a child’s innocence is lost
the whole world is condemned
in his broken heart
the past is blurred
and reduced to the ashes of a lost haven
the present is branded with infamy
the future is pondered in despair
and the fear born of speculation
is an adequate path to forfeit life
“A ring around my roses
I had a pocket full of doses
Ashes to ashes
I wanted to fall down”
“twinkle twinkle little star
I cry because you are so far
Why are you so high up in the sky
Why not come down here to make me die
You are only a little shining spot
I wish you were big and hot
So this world would burn and rot”
ETC.
