Beheaded

Curtsy to the Queen  
Talons swoops, fear not of its smoke screen  
Claims of divinity in times, yet the core of the soul rings untrue  
Reposed, yet empathic unto scattered brain fools  

Variations found within its mental slew  
Glass dynasties shatter, stepping stones under my feet I reduce  
Crowns of grandeur are bestowed  
Not loaned, confiscated, of elevated along a dirt road  
 
Hail to the Queen  
Beheaded, unto the supremacies of my swift validity  
Remnant of once was, ashes to ashes, dust to dust of its austerity  
I reign gifts of compassion, for eyes witnessed of such whispered delinquencies  
Homage unto my grace, unto my Orb, my Rod, let no solitary asunder of me as I earthly please  
 
Splendor shall come undone of inconceivable misleading glory  
Serenity I shall remain standing, deposed of all others, laminating to reap from my purgatory  
 
Sovereign reigning, therefore, shall curtsy as you stand unto your feet  
Sacred lands I have once pilgrimaged we would never come to meet  
Higher gravity of words by heart wondrously led  
Caution expresses onto the winds, resounding words left unsaid  
Darkness shrouds the wicked tongues where Angels never fear to tread  
 
Discourteous ill-will exploiting in the galaxy it floats  
Imperceptible without proper acknowledgement of its falsehood, venomously gloats  
Deposed psychologically as arrogance covetously boast  
 
Soar my love higher, for the greater good  
The covenant of my ink stain seeps the melody of earth’s passion as it should  
Never take an astute soul to be distorted, otiose, or misunderstood  
 
My kingdom unto me I shall come  
The heart of my spirit, philanthropically I giveth of my soul as one  
Let thy will of my credence be done  
These lines will never denounce the intellect of me beautifully harvesting spiritual seeds  
If fate raises the sword, your cometh destiny, the day you shall bleed  
Beheaded