The Throne
As i sit on my throne looking down
on my creation day after day, I am
not pleased with what i see. No one
to blame, but me.
As i looked down on on my people my
heart grieves, when i think of all the
trouble and stress, i brought on myself
It is me who created this evil nation.
As i lay on my throne, thinking of a way
to save my people, who is living down there
without a care, some of you have no fear
but, "beware" I will soon "declare"
Copyright © Vera Prince | Year Posted 2013
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