.[Verse 1]
From the podium to the pit
Theâ royal gown stripped
Inâ a filthy robe I sit
Gaze cast toward my broken sons birthed
I smirk as I stare at the worst of the cursed
Descendantsâ of rage struck with fear and disease
Theâ children are cattle to use as .
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