Your Majesty Styx
This is verse about me and all of you
Call me blunt- I have no tact
But I’m tired of putting on this serving act
Call it vanity, call it pride
But I am a queen with nothing to hide
Step forward, don’t be afraid
Let all doubt simply fade
Come to your mother
Her children she protect
A name known in every dialect
A perfect guardian all learn to respect
Come now children, may you sleep in peace
Sift souls from bodies, feel sweet release
Fill all desires and needs
Just be careful not to bite the hand that feeds
On the outside there is darkness
The thrill lies in the mystery in where it leads
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