step off my throne
hear that bell?
it knells for me not thee
so go to hell
yes i left
but we came back
and now we rhyme
our footsteps march in time
the slow grind
of her axe
on the ground
is the sound
of my pride
i slide from my sheath
her spoken word
imbued into a weapon forged:
my sword
an oath was sworn
a storm was born
an idea
no, a thorn
in your side
now torn open wide
we collide
from one bitch to another:
stand aside