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  Let's face it, it was almost legendary How his reign receded like the burning sea Sand castles crumbled on the toss a rotten dime  And golden bones began rusting over time There's a permanent rot in your soul from firing the first arrow It can never be undone and along with the wasted scheming months It can't be reclaimed, so he took his dooming chance Ended up waiting on the other side yearning for another dance Let's face it, it would be a good story Innocent blood spilled, poisoned by conflict Vengeful brothers high on animosity Pain infliction, an addiction that's hard to beat Rose golden fires at the far edge of the room Lavender baths and silver halos bloomed Paintings grow mold in all the nice places And they're too content to accept the truth of it Let's face it, the fortress harbours hauntings Decades forward in time, it regains its cursed longings Every dent in the wood and every stain in the wool Grows more precious than anyone's memory woul...

  Ethel knew all along I was tied to the mystery She told me all the places she'd been to in misery Wanderess, she spent all her summers on a Ferris wheel Stuck in looping time, she's been waiting for an epiphany Ethel knew I spent the whole night dancing alone "I was waiting for you to ask me to dance just so I could refuse" I say I'm so important, she's been playing with my feelings And even if it's just cruelty at least she chose me Ethel said she didn't believe in fleeting affection Staring through the stained glass was her pulsation I knew how far it would take me if I looked beyond my senses So I said yes anyway because what if I was the exception Ethel had a feeling she said she was starting to trust I swallowed her disdain like a silent punch in the gut I can't run away, I don't have what it takes to start over And you can only hate someone you loved once before Ethel spent all her money on a vintage black Maybach Drove half-way across ...

  There were broken candlesticks At the altar where they laid me to rest The sanctity of the blood spilled blue  Burned to ashes on my bed I stand barefoot at the crossroads Debate which turn will hurt more Dressed like confetti in the middle of the war Barricaded between choosing and losing a son When does this provoked rivalry end?  Is it worth every bit of danger again? Send him a sign from the heavens he needs guidance Shimmering jealousy blinds the purest of souls Both my boys were susceptible I stand barefoot at the crossroads Decided that I've lived for too long I've outlived my counsel and my words crumble As they leave my fingers, on my tongue they linger "They need you now Dowager Queen" They whisper like it means something I'm intoxicated by my grief  I say it pains to leave but to run is to be free The clang of swords and the crowd explodes No one likes a good fight, plain old sacrifice Dynamite blood shed, no one lived to see the end All they had to s...

  Regency reigns over the dynasty Crocodile tears burn through the blood flooded streets Two coffins, two kings, only one sword to swing Rivalry is a canon that dooms familial protection Castle of caskets, was the blood shed worth it?  Nobody cares for daggers that are dipped in gold A show of sorrow washes away guilt with the current Nobody grieves for souls who have touched the sun Heaven and earth moved on with the seasons Spring stayed perennial and curses were lifted The royal grounds stayed buried in the cobwebs Haunted and doomed until fresh blood finds courage They all pray for a celestial soldier Nobody cares for pure hearted intentions A war should be fought for the not in the name of the devils Nobody grieves for altruistic deception The angel motifs serenade the bodies in the cathedral Frescoes of saints beg on their knees for forgiveness Unto faith has a fatal chronic sickness befallen Heavenly tears leave these battle grounds fertile What does one do when the men...