Literature
When the bough breaks the village will fall,
Down will come babies, padded and all
Babypires, diapers, diaper use, infantlisim, assimilation, slavery,
An elogant woman comes to the village as some strang black clouds make it feel light the night.
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“Rock-a-bye baby in the tree top~”
The sky which had been bright and blue, and clear, darkened, filling with thick black clouds.
The guard of the village, clad in some piecemeal armour plates grasped his sword, pulling it out.
“When the wind blows my cradle will rock”
A woman approached slowly, in a dark dress fit for royalty, its skirt came down to the ground, it had puffy sleeves, and a striking blood-red trim framing the front. She held a parasol that mimicked the design, with that red trim around the edge, looking like dribbling blood.
Her face was pale, her eyes glassy and unfocused. A stream of drool ran out her mouth and down to her chin. Her lips though were full, with a very vivid lipstick. It was put on so well, it looked perfect.
“When the bough breaks the
