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That throne you reign upon will crumble to rust
That kingdom you rule will crumble to dust
You'll burn down your victories
Reduce them to ashes
Your soul shall witness
As your kingdom crashes
You'll cover your blood with freckles of gold
Your fires no longer warm, they've turned cold
That cloth of crimson that covers your back
It's soaked up with blood, innocent blood packed
You've built your kingdom on top of bones
Their skeletons swear revenge, they do not like clones
You drag silky satin on top of pointy thorns
You crush souls, kill before they are born
Copper and iron is what your diamonds will turn to
Cruelty and injustice never make a successful duo
For if the weak can't stand up
The oppressed certainly will
They will tip over that gleaming glass
That you so proudly fill
They'll come for your throne
They'll come for what is theirs
They'll bury you naked
Nude and fully bare
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1.1 || Floraison
Poetry*completed* ○•FLORAISON ○•(French : Bloom) •Words spun into poems Letters dipped in gold Sentences laced with elegance Alphabets with a story of their own ○• I present you FLORAISON, a book whose blank pages bloomed when ink touched the rough pape...
