Golden Silverware,
Sits Ontop Of Broken Shards Of Fine China,
A Candle Stick Lays On The Floor,
The Wood Stained With Misery,
Because She Passed,
War Broke Out,
Hearts Being Punctured With Stakes,
The String Of Sanity Starting To Break,
A Rose Picked From The Universe's Garden,
Then Set In A Vase With No Water,
A Watch Ticked Like A Metronome,
Conducting Life's Organized Chaos,
Every Heart Break Orchestrated,
And Every Death A Crescendo,
The Subjects Attacked Without Looking Back,
Taking The Shapeshifter's Life,
Because They Needed To Have An Excuse,
Other Than Being Misuderstood,
To Distroy Her,
More And More Innocent Lives Were Taken,
Just Out Of Fear,
In Daft Decision,
Most Of The Village Was Whiped Out,
And One Of The 13 Left Out Of 350,
Was The Queen's Killer
It's A Little Confusing, But I Was Trying To Tell A Story, That Kinda Relates To Society Today. It's Pretty Crazy U Can Relate This "Information Era" To Medival Times. People Act Out Of Fear And Will Attack Anything Anybody Points A Finger To, Someone Could Be A Real *******, But A Misunderstood Person Can Be Taken Out Just Because They Say They Are The Killer, And If U Have A "Possie" On Ur Side U Are Vertually Invincible... Don't U Just Love Humans?:)