when thrones rise before the fall
with winter sprouting into adolescence
a throne rises before the fall.
loving giggles and sparkling eyes,
warm thoughts and amazing faith.
trust is a home I pass down memory lane.
speak to me if you would hear the truth.
when thrones rise before the fall
life as we know was the devil's impression.
we made hay with hell burning out,
and now thrones rise before the fall.
kings on solitary battles,
struggles of a mad queen
and fears of children.
our very own children,
their tears are still salty on their chicks.
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