Under London's Bridge

Once upon a town far down into the deep where the secrets of man slumber and sleep,

There were damp souls of the damned tripping over their own feet,

Where cries call out to the light that the Sun provides to thee beast,

Mourning the False prayers to the Sun hoping to feel the shine of its rays within their reach,

Their streets were silently filled with the walking sheep,

The air was filled with deathly whispers from the weak,

Sounds of the scorned echoing the halls of the many broken Cities,

Brilliantly, the witnesses of the old hiding their truths behind their teeth,

Did the time come for the Damned to be forgiven?

Was it time to part the seas of regret?

Constantly trying to banish the malice amongst the Nations chest,

They fought the urge to make peace with thy enemies,

Their hope for a new tomorrow falls away ever so gingerly,

Poorly living amongst the ruins of their present past,

Eagerly giving up the vision of forward manifestation,

Mass sighting of their children baring the load of economic responsibilities,

Mothers and Fathers becoming numb to the fallen towers of reality,

What could come of such a fallen place?

Where once upon a town far down into the deep where the secrets slumber and sleep.

The people were not redeemed for they choose Beauty over their Meek.

- Simone Rhymes