Sitting on her throne the Queen glares down
As her servants scurry around
She barks and she screams to all who can hear
"Do my bidding, you have nothing to fear!"
No one believes, but does as their told
There will be none to break the mold
But one soldier stands tall, he makes his escape
To flee from the pain he has come to embrace
He runs and he runs until he falls
Looks to the streets and the shopping malls
There is a woman, her name unknown
But in his heart, their tale is sewn
They go to the castle and storm the gates
Finding the Queen that everyone hates
They use their tact, they use their skill
Steal it all for their own thrill
"Your time has come, it was obscene,"
The soldier cries to the Queen,
"I stole your crown and your prize
I took what's mine, now no more lies!"
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