ring arond the rosies
(i dont feel too good)
pockets full of posies
(help me im sick)
ashes, ashes,
(im burning someone please help me)
we all fall down!!
(the cold dark fingers of death have come to claim me,
trying to tear my mind apart here and there,
ripping away small pieces slowly untill i realize with a flare
of hope the pope and his people have a remedy
for something...i cannot remember what because at that
precise moment the icy fingers tear away the thought.
i panic and an eerie calm comes over me.
i could have fought, i suppose, but how? it-they are coming.
help. i now remember the remedy...
yet its an asemedy, the ones i loved burning me to
rid themselves of disease that i supposedly carried.
i decide to put a spell as they fell into a pool
of water oh god the nightmarish calm lifts
and the first thing i see is my palm...also the last thing
because as i am telling you this, i am dying.
lying to myself silently,
hoping that it wont happen...*bang*...*clang*
...
and this is all i have to say before i go)
.......ring around the rosies pockets full
of posies ashes ashes we all fall down!!!
