Death to Britannia

Lelouch Lamperouge

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

  • Author: Lelouch Lamperouge (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 30th, 2022 20:23
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 33
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    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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