Divorce yourself  from those scum pigs

Gouge them from their throats

Thrust their wills into the gutters

Where they belong

Do not wither

Bloom with their growing hatred

Remove yourself from their selfish whims

Yank them from the thrones

They've created


You are queen now

Set yourself high above their heads

Make them weep at the sight of

Your name

Silence them with fear

You are free now

No advantage can be taken

Run wildly as you please


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