At Your Humble Feet

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Your crown is caught in your teeth
A golden gem dusted with pride
Is there anything you will grieve
Another call from the other side

There they are
Your kin forged from fire
The rubble covered in tar
Another legend another liar

A disease dripping with wealth
How can you sleep
Alone with yourself
Knowing it is for you that we bleed

Leave your throne in the swells
The tide will wash away the stain
A nation free from your spell
Your humble feet will no longer reign.

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