Kings and Queens

The most Wicked of Queens and Cruelest of Kings,

Births violence and screams,

Betrayal and shattered dreams,

Souls flying to home and witches that roam,

Stomachs that groan,

Piles of childrens bones.


The most Beautiful of Queens and Richest of kings,

Bring parties and laughs,

Wine and happiness that wont last,

Stomachs as big as the past is long,

With their bustling lives they see nothing wrong.



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