White flag, to white flag;
Mercy, I lay my head down.
An Empress pushed to the ground,
tasting dirt, as a peasant.
Empires will fall, & castle walls,
all so he may become the highest.
One who not take adoration of the fairest;
Gold may look as well as filth.
Give pity now, for when the dawn comes,
my ruler stand alone.
In dictation, he threw his love to the afterlife;
and that is where he will keep it.
White flag, to white flag;
I bathe in diamonds of amity.
not needing a lesser mans pity.
& I will blossom in this universe of rapture.
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