Queen's Reich

Swiftly I carve and depict your depravity into the walls surrounding rationality
I’m the architect of your life, I carved every milestone, and custom tailored your affliction for brutality
A risqué ad away from being the flavor of the day, a common Scarlet to the Letter with a PG-13 burlesque mentality
You’ve used, abused, confused and eluded, you’re a humanufactured malady. 

I’ll deface your conceptual thoughts of greatness and replace each one with timidity
Your clique made accordingly exclusive, only those who submit your “interest-free” pity fee
Your flagrant ignorance of actuality coupled with your snap-judgment committee of stupidity
Just a “princess” begging to lead the Queens Reich, living in a state of silent lucidity 

Spewing impertinent defamation, every single uttered syllable lacking sense
The shadow cast by my character could crush your Mother Superior essence
Your visions of grandeur diminished when you realized your wealth of retorts wasn’t worth a sixpence
You made your bed when you drank what you plead; the fifth was your only defense.