The queen
she is
at war,
she can't
take it
no more
She sends
her men
to fight
to win and to
shine bright
And she
does
not care
how much death
she'll share
For the world
is hers
anyway
the rule
is only
hers
to say
And what
she loathes
her soldiers
kill
be it for fun,
of for the
thrill
They'll win
with quiet,
glad subjection
their biggest
foe;
the queen's
reflection
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