toppled the city
She took the crown
Her gown is made
With the threads of
Lies that the treasure chest
held
Her slippers were made
Out of heats that were
Fed, on butterfly wings
And pieces of Gold
The jewels that she wears
Were conjured by the
Purest truths-blood
The city is gone
She sits all alone
and wishes she had
The will to say no
To shed off the lies
To heal all the hearts
To Bleed out the jewels
And let them all rot
But she can not
This city she toppled
And Crown that she took
Is the hall of sacrificed Angels.
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