Infuriated Nursery Rhymes
❝Hush little baby, don't say a word, Your wails of pain cannot be heard. And if you fail to listen to my advice, I'm sorry, but I'll have to have your throat sliced. Bit by bit till you're gurgling on the gore, Till the sweet baby in town remains no more.❞ ~*~ When Soothing turns Bloodcurdling! ~*~ What if the nurser...