Guess who died,
Last night
In grey stockings,
In all might
It was no loss
The only God of mine
He fell down,
Just to drown
In a sea
Of delight
To tame champagne
And creatures of the night
As the water,
Took him over
Filled his lungs,
Inside out
I sold his gold
For flowers and rice
Speaking fire,
He would hire
Pawns and peasants
Just like me
To feed upon the conquered ones
But now we are free
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