Unholy lullaby
Sleep, sleep,
My Little son.
Oh! I know,
They scared you,
Dark crows.
Who snaked
and I was away,
Working hard,
Dreaming you blossom
under the sun.
Praying,
My honest way,
You mature and shine.
Sleep, sleep,
Dearest son
and you will be fine.
For I was away,
After the skies fall murky and cold,
When the (angels) divested my gold
and the roads posting no signs.
I know
they scared you,
Dark crows!
With shady stories,
Penal wraths,
Mighty droughts
and omens so old.
Before a (Savior)
(He) shall appear!
Oh yes,
He is a most brave,
Hiding in his cave,
I guess!
For two thousand
Eminent years.
The chieftain of the faithless,
The flock always the aimless,
Must follow to promised lands.
He must rid them, I guess,
Of all terrestrial fears.
Ammm!
Give me a break?
Sleep, sleep,
Little son
Sleep tight tonight,
For I came back.
And tomorrow,
We'll have some fun.
I'll bake you
the finest cake
and show you
these things are fake.
Have no fear,
My son,
Sleep tight tonight,
Turn off this light,
And myths are shy,
They will disappear.
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