As Was She
Was Her Queendom
Often Hungry In
Some Kind Of Slavery
Labours Who Were Blind F#@KiRa
Couldn't Understand The Languages Of
Longitude Latitude and Attitude
That Often Overule Any Law
That are Made up Of
Some kind of Make-up Relationship
Love That Rules Their King Too
Beyond Any Scale Of Fantasy
In The Face of Slavery
Where Mirror Itself Neglects
Humanity Which Were Not
Really Under Standing
Inside Those Trouser and Pants
That Have Ability To Cure Their Pain
Pen That Often Witnesses F#@KiRa
Ejected After Any Masterbating
Hands That Weren't Suck By Their Mate
That Have Had Spoil That
Soul's of Soil
In The Wander Land Of F#@KiRa
Soul That Are Immortal Perhaps
But Aren't Strong Enough Ass
To Strike Back The Universe
As A Pen Inkked A...