Jack, and
Jill
Went up the
Hill
To fetch a pail of
Water
What they found
Instead,
When they lay there
In bed,
Was a world full of
Slaughter
'You wanna go
Out?' I asked my
Jill and Jill said,
'I don't think I oughta'
So we
Lay all our lives, in this
Bed instead,
Protected by bricks and mortar.
'I'm bored' Jill said, 'I need to
Piss', so she ran up the hill to
Water.
'Don't go!' I screamed, but it was way too
Late;
Jill was shot in the
Aorta.
'Don't die on me Jill' I begged my sweet
Girl, but she blinked and she did
Falter.
Closed her sweet
Eyes, and then she did
Die, and poor Jack is left to
This Torture.
Oh Jill, Oh Jill, where are you
Now? Please give me a sign from above,
The world is still crazy,
The world is still ill,
And I need,
Oh I need,
Your sweet
Love.
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