she croons a soft lullaby
to her eight year old daughter
they lie separately now
asleep, in kind, in a bed of dark water
he lies in half-wakefulness
remorseless for the murder
they lie separately now
him and his too forgiving mother
the streets clamor with celebration
but what of the departed?
the streets clamor with celebration
unaware the emperor's naked
she pillages on
shameless of her plunder
they watch carefully now
forgetting they once exalted her
he grasps at straws
claiming "it's just a piece of paper"
they watch carefully now
hoping this time they'll remember
the streets clamor with celebration
but what of the departed?
the streets clamor with celebration
unaware the emperor's naked
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