The Royal Chant

The Royal Chant

Brick by brick,

Pane by pane,

Built a castle,

In my name.

 

Drops in Mud,

Cut in halves,

Filled the river,

With their Blood.

 

Men who reason,

Put to advise.

Men for treason,

Head on spike.

 

Reign and roam,

On the Throne.

Ripped their home,

The usurper’s crone.

 

One strike, fail.

Two strikes, fall.

Three strikes, fool

Kill them all.

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