Your Majesty

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by Mandascribes

by Mandascribes

Hold your mouth, Your Majesty.

Hold your blades away from our devotion

It is our voice, our will

Our democracy.

Who are you to tell us

that we are being fooled?

No, with all respect we would have to rebel

against this nuisance that shattered our realm.

Hold your anger, Your Majesty.

As angels have already prepared your throne of broken glass

on the peak of heaven, like you asked

But instead, you shall live in torment

As that tyrannizing glare never cease to leave your eyes

Death is right for you, Your Majesty.

We will grant you your most gracious statue

Disguising the filth of your figure

and the wickedness of your shadow

Rest in peace, Your Majesty.

As long as you are wondering up there,

Do not worry.

There shall be no more darkness in this country.

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