long live the Queen of Lies,
in the depth of despair she live, desperately;
hardly find could she react,
a spy on lies she only lack
"lots of love, my dear citizen",
began to spell the hole of hell;
one, two, three and four,
no one could not fly to bore
she gasp and gasp in the air,
her box of lies is in flame of death;
her son too despise as a heir,
crushing her thin heart, no one would bear
for now she is gone,
who sits on the vehement throne;
small, little world and a palace of ice,
drove citizen around, not play to be nice.
p/s: not my picture.
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