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She is radiant Strong and loyal And I fear for her Because the good don't last Chopped down for the 'greater good' The best of people flicker out of this world 'Please stay' I beg But she is set Her will must be done She is the queen of this palace And I am but a guard Dearest Queen, I've felt the lumberjack's axe And I shiver at the memories And I lose myself Why must you put yourself in his path? Why do you taunt him to chop you down? He is cold and unfeeling His axe will swing And down you will go Should you fall, I will too And I will lose myself in the knowledge That I could not protect you Because I am a peasant And you are the Queen Your will is law I am scared I am so scared It is hard to breathe As my mind supplies all the ways Your plan could go wrong Please, dear Queen Spare me the knowledge of your plots Because I am weak And I am prone to break Lately I am prone to break And my mind is not okay So please spare me Until I have healed And I will chuckle at your deviousness Once again.
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Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
The Queen
She is radiant Strong and loyal And I fear for her Because the good don't last Chopped down for the 'greater good' The best of people flicker out of this world 'Please stay' I beg But she is set Her will must be done She is the queen of this palace And I am but a guard Dearest Queen, I've felt the lumberjack's axe And I shiver at the memories And I lose myself Why must you put yourself in his path? Why do you taunt him to chop you down? He is cold and unfeeling His axe will swing And down you will go Should you fall, I will too And I will lose myself in the knowledge That I could not protect you Because I am a peasant And you are the Queen Your will is law I am scared I am so scared It is hard to breathe As my mind supplies all the ways Your plan could go wrong Please, dear Queen Spare me the knowledge of your plots Because I am weak And I am prone to break Lately I am prone to break And my mind is not okay So please spare me Until I have healed And I will chuckle at your deviousness Once again.
This is why I don't write during panic attcks
QSaint
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Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
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