May long live Britannia
as you sit upon your throne
and may maggots and worms
feast upon your royal bones
For like a worm
You belong in the dirt
It's time you fall upon the sword
for causing so much hurt
My mother and my sister
lost their lives and legs
and now I have just one dream
I want you fucking dead
May long live Britannia
until your dying breath
But Britannia won't live very long
when you meet your icy death
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Author:
Lelouch Lamperouge (
Offline) - Published: May 30th, 2022 20:23
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1
Long Live Free Speech!
and those homes, as castles
we all
feel, so Empowered within
all stemming from that very first
Magna Carta..
I wish you Peace, thanks for sharing
(so sorry for your loss and hurt)
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