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Let's talk of graves,
of worms
-His heart is broken,
and epitaphs.
-His spirit is gone.
Write sorrow on the *** of the earth
-Name yourself king.
Let us sit upon the ground
-It is the safest option now
And tell sad stories of the death of kings
-You have no right to the throne.
How some have been depos'd,
-Kill me and be cursed,
some slain in war
-You are no king of mine.
Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd
-This is what you get when you put the devil on the throne.
Some poison'd by their wives,
some sleeping kill'd
-Everyone who isn't us
is an enemy.
All ***'d
-We are but pieces on a board.
-I am the true and legitimate heir. You will show me respect.
-Remember when we used to play at being queen?
Now you can be queen in real life.
-I don't want to be his queen,
I want to go home.
-Don't doubt my courage,
I'm match for any man.
-On me!
-You cannot begin to know how much I hate you.
-You gave me no choice.
-Are these pagans no men like we are?
Do they don't bleed when they are cut?
-God save the king.
-You deserve everything that's coming to you