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False
prestigious bones laced with lead and fear
shaking beneath cowardly tears
cries of justice call out of old
from behind a curtain of gold
you rattle and creak
worn away, youve become weak
once referred to as 'my liege'
youve nothing left, only false prestige.
shaking beneath cowardly tears
cries of justice call out of old
from behind a curtain of gold
you rattle and creak
worn away, youve become weak
once referred to as 'my liege'
youve nothing left, only false prestige.
Published 5th Jun 2015
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