Down in his little cave,
Down where none can hear,
A Tink, Tink, Tink sounds from its depths.
A Tink, Tink, Tink made by a little man in his little hovel,
A Tink, Tink, Tink, fiddling away at the rock,
Hoping that his little secret is never found.
He knew: he read it from the book from that old man,
That old man he heard making a Tink, Tink, Tink,
A feeble Tink, Tink, Tink from his little cave in his little hovel.
There, on the table in the hovel, he saw the book
He read the book
He made the book his own.
It told of Gold here,
Gold! Riches and splendor!
Again, he heard the old man, making a Tink, Tink, Tink
His black heart filled with a cold hatred.
Who was this old man, this thief stealing HIS gold?
He must be rid of the man in the little cave- No,
He must be rid of the old man in HIS little cave
He used the pickaxe he now held in his hand
He threw the old man in the river he did,
Washed him down the rapids he did.
The terrible old man who wanted his gold was gone,
Even now, the mere thought of someone else getting at his sweet,
His beautiful yellow
His precious, lustrous yellow
It made his Tink, Tink, Tinks louder.
In his little mind, he had thought it thousands of times.
It would all belong to him,
He would have money, He would have fame, He would have power
The book told him so,
It wouldn’t lie to him.
It couldn’t lie to him.
All he needed was the beautiful shine,
His wonderous shine.
Everything he saw down here he hated,
He hated this hovel, he hated the cave, He hated the old man’s blood on the wall, He hated the Digging.
But He did not care, It did not matter
Things would be better
It would all be better
As soon as he saw his yellow shine,
His beautiful, wonderful gold;
It just had to emerge from his little cave.
The gold was meant for him, it was made for him, He knew too, because the book said so.
So little man made his feverish Tink, Tink, Tink in his Little cave in his little hovel down,
Far down, where none can hear.
In his little mind,
Like the little minds of the ones before him in the little cave who read the book in the little hovel,
It was already his.
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Topic: Manual of Disappearance - Now with chilling / philosophical poetry! (Read 3509 times)