Lil' London

I've stood over a brick once staring at a lifeless corpse.

Watching it being dragged by a horse.

Is this life I asked?

Just a repeatng course.

Doom to becursed.

Oh lil' London what have I done to you?

Your eyes have been sewn shut by the idea of this chaotic afternoon.

Witnessing the purge that had occured.

Oh lil' London do not forsake the scenery that had took part here today.

The blood and adrenalne that pounds our hearts and flow through our veins is not a crime.

This is the world for you.

The wench must die.

One of the men had witness her in a vision and there for she must be burned at the stake.

Please do not be furious, this is life lil' London.

Either way she would have died.

It was either that or the sins she committed would have eventually killed her my dear.

Oh lil' London do not shed a tear, she was only blood.

She was nothing more than a vermit.

A hermit trying to cover her filth.

Ashame that she had damned herself, and was dragging you with.

I'm sorry again my dear.

Please do not fear.

You're safe here in this haven.

My percious lil' London