Give me back my legions
Or give me control
Now I swim against the tide
While my fear swallows me whole
I don't need a reason
I don't even know
How I crumbled under pressure
How I almost lost it all
Give me back my people
I want to be adored
You can address me as your king
While your money fills my halls
I don't need a reason
To make you part of the hoards
They will give and I will take
I will work them 'till they're sore
YOU ARE READING
The Pointless Book
RandomJust a collection of pointless thoughts from a pointless girl
