Why is this particular town this particular way? Why is this town
filled with cliques? Why does everyone wearing masks hiding their
personality/ Why does the sunset keep on coming. Why do these
cliques hate each other.




Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of posy
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down



And that's what this towns doing falling. Falling into hatred. Each
clique will fall their own way at different times. When they fall
none will care no mother will pick them up laughing.




Rock a bye baby
In the tree top
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock



That's what his towns doing rocking back and forth back and fourth.
Each clique is rocking back and fourth back and fourth on their own
little cradle rocking harder and harder.



Jack and jill
Went up the hill
To fetch a pale of water
Jack fell down
And broke his crown
And jill comes tumbling after.



They'll all racing to the top but when they fall and their cradle
breaks they'll scream and thrash like babies. To them the world will
be over to the other cradles still rocking that's just one less
opponet.

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