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broken home


The queen is dead now who will lead us?

And all she left me was an army of mindless brutes

Who think they have conquered the world from their backyard

The farm she wanted me to tend to,

And a throne too high for me to climb and cursed to all who touch it.

You told me the secrets to controlling the flock and how to work the land to be pure 

But they won't listen

But you didn't tell me that the passion to burn it all would be so bright

You carried the burden 20,000 leagues under the sea

All I saw was you were happy for me

You made those monsters look like men

Without you, they beg me to become them

They think they can raise me

They take my freedom for their own

They kill me as I live

Forgive me for I am not you

I can't raise them again like they can't raise me again.

The kingdom you left me has fallen

I want to save it, but they force my hand

To leave it all to dust.

The queen is dead now who will lead me?

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