The days come counted
Shortened or longed, you can decide.
Pressure sits and awaits your permission.
Keep those shoulders brushed off,
And the throne awaits your arrival.
A legacy you see,
Can be abolished by the new Queen to be.
The downers stay down
That's why you rise above.
Like sticky caramel stuck to souls of a shoe,
Slip them off to swim out of the blue.
High above our time,
The new reign will remain divine.
Union of our generation,
Will stand by and wait for domination.
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