MMM Part 3

Part III : ​A Blood ­Thirsty Crowd

Rattle-rattle-Rattle ,­ the cage

“It,” is time: ­ to dig

­ an other: ­ grave

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The Priest, ­ his hearse, ­

engraved ,­ with gold

A mark, ­ a soul, ­ he sold;

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Blood ­ is wet-

It stains ­ you -still-

But! Two: ­ the digger

‘­ a swill's , a swill’

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"Don't ­ Don't"

Is; What, ­ she cried

Right ­, be-four, ­ You-

stabbed ­ her eye

Oh, ­ so dear! ­

Waz, her ­ distress

And ­

the crowd: ­ they laughed, ­ they thought

“­It” : is jest

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For such ­ it is ­ the dangers ­ told

Of candy ,­ received, ­ from strangers ­ hold

So without ­ cessation;

The ugliest ­ of jubilation

They called ­ for ­ another ­ death!

And who ­ are you ­ but to ­ comply?

Harken! A cry :

"Shed us some more blood tonight!"

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Oh my! Oh my!

"There is no time!" You cried

So, you unseath That, which shined

And brought it a-cross: ­ the throat; the chime

To-bring-about-the-fall-of-tide

To-wash-away-the-guilt-inside

The crowd, they cheered, they goad him on

Remind them of their mortal sod!

Of which could be had at any time

By thief, enshadowed, blind

Twas hope, brought from despair; ­ they shared

A heart that beat ,

That dared; that dared!

But who are you to care?

Rise above the shepeards crook!

That sharp, that stick, that hook,

that hook ..

It looks to give them all a hate

They want to hate?

So let them hate...

It was quite the blood thirsty crowd.

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In: the end, “It” is just a mirror facing a mirror facing a mirror.