Sleep child
Pretend the carousel of life doesn't make you queasy
Dance in the spider webs they ensnare you within
To eventually drain you.
Dance child
Entangle the strings attached to your body and soul
Let them try to solve the knots and tangles
Slip away when cut.
Sing child
Let your silent cries call to Heaven above
Deafen the devils and the tormentors of Hell
Even though you're mute.
Kill child
Make them pay and make them all bleed out
Shroud them in spider webs and their dangling threads
Then go to sleep.