From ancient times, a bloodline divine,
Ruling over lands, with power to shine,
Kings and queens, of a line sacred,
Their legacy, forever inviolate.
With wisdom and might, they led the way,
The throne, their seat, unchallenged sway,
Law and order, with justice in sight,
Their subjects, loyal, in all their might.
From the Pharaohs of Egypt, to Nubia's emperors bold,
Nubia's Piankhy the conqueror, with his army so bold,
Great warriors, monarchs, and sages wise,
Their blood, the very essence of power's rise.
They ruled with glory, wearing their crown,
Near and far, their renown abound,
Their word, supreme, their strength, unbound,
Their rule, an empire forever renowned.
Their legacy, a tapestry of power and class,
Their bloodline, the greatest of ancient past,
So here's to the Royal bloodline divine,
Eminent and resplendent, standing the test of time.
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