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Buildings tumble into grass,
Gathering hot air with ash.
Banners run the kingdom's gate,
Line the walls with fervent hate.
Banish those who live to rule,
Reward the fear and brutal cruel.
Kill the silence with a knife,
Beat the children, slay the wife.
Yield to jokes and fettered lies,
Speak ill words that make dead rise.
Peel the jewels off eroded crest,
It's ending now, you did your best.
Now that castles rise no more,
rest your skull on concrete floor.
Shut those eyes and bate that breath,
Royalty scoffs, let them face death.
- by The Dashing Gentleman |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/09/2010 |
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