the young but not so innocent cadaver
sat upright on it's perch
hoping for a bit of fleshy pink
to cloak it in its search

fielding calls from those since past
it collected scattered bones
clinking, clattering in sync with time
muffling universal deathly moans

small children came to see it stare
through vapid black empty space
they sang nursery rhymes to mock its pain
meant to chain the skeleton in its place

they began to push in unison
those bones from where they once had been
as it clawed the floor with its bony hand
covered thick in sin

but the children they had other thoughts
about who just might see this ugly mess
hid their matches and their sins
along with the skeleton in its chest

buried it they did for sure
right next to sister purity
went on and played those childish games
till the day that It would be free

then the clinking clanking to be heard
will be chains they drag behind
truth be told to them this day
never hide bones where if you're looking you can find

your skeletons in a chest

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