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P.1 The crowd sings a tune Most dreadful Malice It is with steel Cold retribution Uneven fire That he shall die P.2 Formalities unsecured Royalty disbanded Speech said Hostility silenced Peace has come P.3 A hairpiece Eyes an unnatural shade of blue Hands reaching for a god Face unsure Blade ready Head severed P.4 Without God Tangible mercy England is set free Gold to ash Mind to dirt Heir to none
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 10:17 PM UTC
The Tragedy of King Charles
P.1 The crowd sings a tune Most dreadful Malice It is with steel Cold retribution Uneven fire That he shall die P.2 Formalities unsecured Royalty disbanded Speech said Hostility silenced Peace has come P.3 A hairpiece Eyes an unnatural shade of blue Hands reaching for a god Face unsure Blade ready Head severed P.4 Without God Tangible mercy England is set free Gold to ash Mind to dirt Heir to none
#king#charles#england#war#death#freedom#tragedy#monarch#republic#britain
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22/M/Huntsville, AL, USA
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 10:17 PM UTC
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