The World Is Burning Little Ones

Dark twist write

Curl up my dear daughter, lie down my strong son.

Let your eyelids bring darkness before the smoke comes.

Our world is on fire, our world will soon die.

Along with us children, were in heavens eyes.

The airs getting thick; the flames, they grow near.

Let this, my song, be the last thing you hear.

Savor your last time being tucked into bed.

Satan can’t hurt you with a mind dense as lead.

Move no longer, let your breath slow.

Death you’ve taken my children, it’s my time to go.

Death, oh death, why haven’t you came.

You’ve taken my children do me in the same.

Give life to the flames, they’re dying you see.

Death! Oh death! Why have you forsaken me

The End

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