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My kingdom


This is my kingdom

My mohters the king 

My fathers her servant 

My brother the gaurd 

and im the princess

we all are under her authority

we cant speak without her permisin 

we can only do what she demands 

we are innocent

the skys are always gray 

but the only thing that shines

is a forced candle burning 

we try to escape 

but are pulled back intoher grip 

 

This is my kingdom

our village is completly empty 

the streets are filled with trash and dust 

our moats are dry and crispy 

our castle is a gorgeus piece of art 

only on the outside 

the ceiling

the walls 

the floors 

covered in the kings filth

but she say that we caused it 

her tower is high in the sky

its furnished with a bed of tricks 

and a telivision 

that plays all day

my tower is covered with pink roses 

but filled with thorns 

im not allowed out

i sit and wait 

but nothings there 

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