I saw that split Maroon
All over your Royal cloth
But not that of wine or grapes
But of a betrayal beyond imagination
You never deserved this.
Only a select few do
Who knew you'd end
Like that of the rose
Or maybe that of apples
That hangs on The tree
The tree you were
never meant to see
You were evil, oh tyrant
but you helped us all
So did you deserve this?
Was it meant to happen?
If you were just another person
Hanging around in the streets
Would you have been murdered too?
This time, would anybody care?
So, soak in your cloth
And meet your god
I'll stay down on earth
And walk paths unknown to you
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 9:49 PM UTC
I saw that split Maroon
All over your Royal cloth
But not that of wine or grapes
But of a betrayal beyond imagination
You never deserved this.
Only a select few do
Who knew you'd end
Like that of the rose
Or maybe that of apples
That hangs on The tree
The tree you were
never meant to see
You were evil, oh tyrant
but you helped us all
So did you deserve this?
Was it meant to happen?
If you were just another person
Hanging around in the streets
Would you have been murdered too?
This time, would anybody care?
So, soak in your cloth
And meet your god
I'll stay down on earth
And walk paths unknown to you
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