Doomed
to live, doomed to die
doomed to turn his life awry
for the doll's beauty he does cry
and his descendants' fate he will buy.
Turning and yearning,
their fate will be burning
in glass eyes that are churning
inside with their life stirring.
Past passes
and descendants come in masses,
only one whose love amasses
for the doll, returned, not lasts.
Descendant's soul sucked
into the doll, she is shucked,
and her body will be chucked
and doll, to life, will buck.
Only way to save
is the body so crav'd
until unto another a slave
and descendant's life waiv'd.