A time in the past, entered into a death. The death, followed into a red mess. The blackness of the sky made my weezle die. The princess in gold never made her goal. She ended up in old rubbish coal. Jail is where she is, and where she will live.
The red old mess, left a stain on her dress. Which will be in the past. That little old weezle turned into a meal.
The girl who dressed in gold, yet again never met her goal. She ended up turning up dead. So they laid her in her bed and put her to rest.
The blue man, comes a little mad. He tells the mother of the daughter who died from hunger, that she is no longer alive. The mother in sadness, yells with madness. Then the blue man, takes her land.
The mother cries in pain and sits in the rain. The mother thinks about joining the rebellion so someone doesn't have to die again.