Oh, hello there dear prince
Supposedly, there's this
Thing
I don't know
I can't have
Patience
Do thorns weigh in heavy on your head?
How are you saying this?
I want those bones to
Shatter
Aren't I subjecting to
This? Why?
Your subjects are waiting to hear
To your power?
Sure, go ahead, take
Advantage
Of my sweet compliance
Docility reigns the white dove
About your wife's execution
Kingdom
Shining so greatly
It is you know,
All because of
You
And the new taxes
That the roses gained their
Thorns
And willingly became
Hostages
For "civility"
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