The Queen

November 17, 2019

At last the King has fallen

Can't you hear the demons calling?

Wanting his soul

As he sits once more

Alone, afraid, and in silence

Oh, I can't wait for the violence

My crown is striaghtened, polished and cleaned

For I am the fucking Queen

I said my demons stood by my side

And you were naive enough to think I lied

Now who's beaten, battered and sore?

Don't worry, they'll eat you starting at your core

Now you're just a monster in a cage

It's no longer me who's full of rage

Back in my palace at last

Now it's your turn to be the outcast

For my demons have gone to war

And haven't even started on your core

Sore, tired and alone is how you shall stay

Guess you should've learned th easy way

Never fuck with The Queen

I promise, she can be quite mean

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