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20h
Will you remember each and every one of us
Before the night has died
Not the soldiers that have served
But the victims of your crimes

Every one of our names
Written in a line
And before your final death bed
You'll reread them every time

To cry when you realize
We all have burned in your hell
Your decision was of power
But cast away, your crown has fell

We were kings that lived through the night
Each and everyone so beautiful
We sparkled through the tough times
Until it all came dull

So you will write every name
Side by side by side
Until you will know of the pain
You didn't care of as we cried

Our suffering spread through the sounds of  tears
Love turned through war
We are gone and dead but we will still haunt
And make you write more

Years on past, the world shall always know
That we repeated our own deaths
killing ourselves in a show
Our independency you slaughtered

We've seen the blood on your hands
The holiness of a royal
A traitor indeed
And cast down to our death, none will forget

Our stories have become many fables
Of heros, and witches, and knights
For we will make sure our names are not lost
And then they will know

Of that which is forever gone
And remember
And tell our story
That we were kings
Written by
Irelyn Thorne  15/F/Find me with an earbud in
(15/F/Find me with an earbud in)   
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