the angelic mad queen

call me a failurewith your pitiful voices,bitter faces,don’t forget to mention all my mistakes – the incident back in sixth and seventh,break down all my intercepted ambitions,laugh at the tears sliding down my face – deep voice of dogmatic lies,point out my broken fingers –ripped-up papers screwed-up hatredmessed-up judgements thrown-up and down, a roller-coaster with

rant of the mad queen

y’all gonna give me the finger,talk behind my back, feel the need to linger,gonna stick your beady eyes into my face,attack my head with a sharp mace look up, your eyes so focused on the ground,don’t see the axe in front of you – hear the sound – whoosh – your cages can’t keep me

mad queen

there’s a river winding through my palace,made of gold, glistening and shimmering,i dip my feet into it every morning,wash my face in its holy waters,thanks for that, fools,you bought me this liquid gold,i gift you this black coal. your poisonous words hit my coat,gave me a lion’s roar – queen of the jungle, I stalked