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Of Kings
Dark the night on jagged wings.
When smoke and fire, evil brings.
With kings, with crowns, of warmly bow.
As blood does stain from warly prowl.
The trumpets rise.
The mistress sings.
The Queen does suck on kingly things.
As age wears on of proof of rings.
As life falls limp on regal satin.
And history dims on what shall happen.
Again shall rise, a new king.
And, again a new mistress shall sing.
When smoke and fire, evil brings.
With kings, with crowns, of warmly bow.
As blood does stain from warly prowl.
The trumpets rise.
The mistress sings.
The Queen does suck on kingly things.
As age wears on of proof of rings.
As life falls limp on regal satin.
And history dims on what shall happen.
Again shall rise, a new king.
And, again a new mistress shall sing.
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