Spare Me Your Paradise: Rosemary's Baby

Glancing back, twas as a dream within this dream to me.... Some distant of surreal yet twisted play and I was but a child At life's mercy trying to navigate no, simply surviving perhaps her World in woe climbing aneath their desk while the sirens wailed wondering If every tiny heart held their sorrows as this child ? Covering, new borne lights Pledging allegiance towards an atrocity at the time we could not know: fast forward Beyound his black as white renditions body bags, where nothing has changed except the date ? Their conqueror worms reciting abomination's ushering declarations living breathing situations in dae, they trust.