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Throne in the white castle

Chords of the guitar,
Strings of the fiddle,
Percussion of the drumset,
Amalgamate triad into one single
mellifluous tune.
If you handle in one instrument,
Another two feel isolation, while
Singing their elegy at the
Full- throated tone.
Accoutred with trio harmonize
a war to arouse the supremacy
of the power of the world.

RISE! RISE! RISE!
(creating an exalted, idle tune together with trio)
Wide open your owlish eyes!
Were the eyes cursed?
Around in a fatal, gloomy atmosphere,
Day by day the growth of the deaths,
Day by day the ceasing of a man,
Meanwhile
Thou art hassling using
the powers of an eagle.
People look like blood?
Alas! soak two millions of litres
to quench your uncalmed down hungry.

I, know art thou unsatisfactory
in two millions of litres.
I, know in another two years
will have you infinitive of litres.
Ssh.. drift your memory for a while.
George Floyd your cervine fellow.
Cries of pigeons were alarmed
against your law for him.
That herd of pigeons abominated
towards the puppet
awarding the title as
"DONALD DUCK"

Further, Colonies of BEES and ANTS
not applicable, instead
merry to change Colonies to Countries.
enrapt to behold,
Queen of BEE and King of Ant
in the throne in the white castle.
Bearing together the title of
"PRESIDENTS"
Implement your own demarche,
rescuing blacks and whites, hell to heaven.
Divulge the tantrum of dwelling
hosting the flag of "PIGEONS"
I, forever accompany with you
and come to live with you.

Alack! in an one second demolished
my reservoir of dreams.
Like a collection of glasses in an one second
broken down from a top of a tower.

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