In the land of the queens, where the mountains rise high,
And the rivers flow with gold, under a crimson sky,
They march with pride, with their heads held high,
Their power and strength could never be denied.
In the heat of battle, they stand tall and strong,
Their swords in hand, they'll never do wrong,
Their armies follow, with a fierce loyalty,
In the name of their queen, they'll fight till the victory.
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In the dense jungle, where the vines twist and coil,
The queens march on, their strength and agility never to spoil,
Their instincts sharp, their senses never to recoil,
For their victory and triumph, they'll never let go of the soil.
Through the desert sands, where the sun beats down,
The queens march on, with their heads held high and proud,
Their determination, never to be broken or shaken,
For their kingdom and people, they'll never be forsaken.
Across the icy tundra, where the winds howl and bite,
The queens march on, with their armor shining bright,
Their courage and bravery, a beacon in the frozen night,
For their honor and glory, they'll never lose sight.
The march of the queens, to the beat of their drums,
Their armies are ready, to fight till they've won,
Their spirits unbroken, their hearts full of fire,
The march of the queens, will never tire.
With every step they take, they leave their mark,
Their legacy is written, in the light and the dark,
Their journey never ended, for their story lives on,
In the hearts of their people, they'll forever belong.
With every step they take, they leave their mark,
Their legacy is written, in the light and the dark,
Their journey never ended, for their story lives on,
In the hearts of their people, they'll forever belong.
The march of the queens, to the beat of their drums,
Their armies are ready, to fight till they've won,
Their spirits unbroken, their hearts full of fire,
The march of the queens, will never tire.
In the land of the queens, where the legends are born,
Their story lives on, through the ages and beyond,
Their march will never end, for their spirit remains,
The march of the queens, forever in our veins.
Welcome to the march of the queens!
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Oh! I live with you now,
I live with my wife,
I'm king of the darkness,
I'm queen of the night.
Oh! I'm the black pearl,
Welcome to the march of the queens.
Oh! Is it funny, love?
Yes, I love the queens,
I'm the funniest king, I'm the funniest queen.
Oh! I'm the black king,
Welcome to the march of the kings,
Too funny, incredible,
To heaven...
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Strange Days - Collection of Poems
PoetryFor a considerable duration, I've dedicated myself to crafting an array of poetry and songs, often intertwining the two. The allure of poetry lies in its melodic potential, a quality absent in what some might label as lifeless words. It's this attri...
