As I look out onto my Queendom
My snivelling subjects pay with blood
For the disappointments they have
brought me
Their watery eyes, and quivering chins
Make my stomach full of anger
I'll send the guards to punch their heads,
to bloody and bruise their faces
My throne of thorns,
My crown of shame,
My sword of vitriol
and vengeance
Cower. Cower before your Queen.
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