Dogma, the Puppeteer
"London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down! London bridge is falling down, my fair lady!" Oh, it's such a shame such a pretty face such as yours was ruined in the brief quarrel we had. I had promised master Gidnash that your pretty little head would be ready for the day he arrived, but I feel that there is too much work to be done. I must fix the mold of your face, I must make sure that every piece of you looks as perfect as the day you died. From your silken dress, to your glossy shoes, to your curled hair, to your beautiful face, everything must be perfect for his arrival. Who else to entertain our great lord Gidnash than you, my dear? “Build it up with wood and clay wood and clay, wood and clay, Build it up with wood and clay, my fair lady!” Oh, but I’m afraid wood and clay will not work. It is far too heavy for wood to support. “Wood and clay will wash away,