Dogma, the Puppeteer


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"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,
wash away,
wash away,
Wood and clay will wash away,
my fair lady!”

No!  A beauty such as yourself must be preserved.
And preserve it I shall.  

“Build it up with iron and steel,
iron and steel, 
iron and steel,
Build it up with iron and steel,
my fair lady!”

These metal fixings should work much better.  
I hope that the metal bearings
can bear the weight of your complexion.
Oh! But I’m afraid that my fears
have again been realized.
It seems steel bends too easily.
This will not do!  I need better materials 
for a lady such as yourself.

“Iron and steel will bend and bow,
bend and bow, 
bend and bow,
Iron and steel will bend and bow,
my fair lady!”

I must find the perfect materials 
by which to preserve you
my fair young lady.
Ah!  I got it!  Gold and silver!
Gold and silver is what 
you shall be preserved by!

“Build it up with silver and gold,
silver and gold,
silver and gold,
silver and gold,
Build it up with silver and gold,
my fair lady!”

Ah!  But alas, I lack enough
Gold and silver to make a mold.
Plus you would likely get stolen
away from me, from us, my dear.

“Silver and gold will get stolen away,
stolen away,
stolen away,
Silver and gold will get stolen away,
my fair lady!”

Well, there is one material we have not tried.
Flesh and bone should suffice.

“Build it up with flesh and bone,
flesh and bone,
flesh and bone, 
Build it up with flesh and bone,
my fair lady!”

I shall do whatever it take to preserve you
my fair lady.
For the days of Gidnash are upon us,

and you will pay witness to his return.

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