It wasnt my fault.
I was sitting on an iron throne when I set down my Iron Crown
I saw you dancing overhead.
So I stole you away.
You shouldnt have danced so well.
Then the ground matched my crown.
And your mother came shrieking for me
It was cold on the surface, almost as cold as down here.
But you ate a pomegranate- tasted from my garden.
And now you have to stay with me, at least every once in a while.
Shed that wrap, put on the shroud
And make my hell a heaven.















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