Ignorance's Lack of Bliss

He wishes for the blackest plague, upon a twinkling star
She wishes for a hurricane of blood, to drown us all
They lay upon their bedsheets and they hum themselves to sleep,
Of reassuring lullabies that soothe their soiled souls, so deep
And secretly asking themselves the next morning
why they pray at night their souls to keep

He preys upon the weaknesses of childlike souls asleep,
She tells the children tales with hidden messages beneath
They laugh together as they know not of what they speak
And they wonder why this unknown guilt they feel prevents their sleep