Queen

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Queen

I was a bit chained up,

once upon a time.

Crushed into a corner by your fake soul,

but I picked up a sword and I'm taking back what's mine.

I'm taking back my castle, you see.

Along with every dream you stole from me.

I'm tired of your book of lies,

I've finally realized how to write on my own.

I'll paint myself a blue sky,

Cause you've been overthrown.

Don't you see it's the start of a new reign,

I hope you'll enjoy your newly found chains.

It's time to test the guillotine,

on the darkness my fair land has seen.

Aren't you happy you raised a queen?

Don't blame yourself,

You could never have foreseen

what was hidden inside.

It's time I shake off the dust

and get off the shelf,

for I have blessed myself.

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