Lovely

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How the dark filters through your deceiving smile

How you suck the heat out of everything warm

How you trail poison in your wake

Spit venom when you speak

Rule your court like a queen

And sit upon your throne of hate

As you collect your power

As you gaze down on we

The people beneath you

Below you

Dust

Lost in the howling wind of change

And corruption

Unable to separate ourselves from the chains

That you have set upon us, pulling them tighter

Word by word

Until we finally fall at your feet

How you are

Lovely.

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