Charge
With your double edged sword drawn
You're ready for the war
Eyes of fire and envy
On horse you swiftly charge
Making sure to cut down
Any immanent threat
Taking any prisoners along the way
Any you can get
There you will keep them captive
To show you are in charge
Torturing them
Starving them
To the point of no return
Look closely at your armor
My gallant distrustful foe
Full of rust and full of holes
It will be the death of you, you know
For when they break free
From your iron fist
Your violent, ridiculous reign
You'll topple down to the ground
And break your precious bones
There will be no one around
To help you regain your precious throne
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