You bath in roses and milk. You wore a silk that is embodied by sin.
Your heels are made from the bones of your people that committed themselves to you.
In the end you pour a blood on the cup of fornication and raised it with a toss!
In your heart you are queen that waxed her own cage yet in reality you have waxed the throne and castle where you merrily laugh.
Your country has fallen. Liberty is now at your hand.
The cords of your prayers are answered.
You have chosen the right God.
The queen’s soul lusts after the rotten wine.
The piper and harpist have changed their melody.
You are not a pebble that was picked you are a gem that was chosen.