Mark my words
as they dribble down
and slide off my tongue,
I am The Golden Queen.
Take my torch
burn it low at my stake
tear my city apart and
down it will fall,
but know my name
as it escapes my lifeless lips
with one last breath
I am The Golden Queen.
Remove my crown
and use it as your currency
Take all I once owned
because it is no longer mine
but when you leave me to burn
I'll be the last one to say
I am The Golden Queen.
Take this face
and show it to your brothers,
let my story trickle down through your generations
the story of the Queen
that was built of gold
and melted to liquid.
Her golden power now burns through the veins of her daughters.
Her ideas and passions
now echo through the crowded streets.
I'll watch and I'll smile
for I am the Golden Queen,
and mark my words
the power of my femininity
will proceed.
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