I'am The 👑 Queen Of Truth
My flower sword lives with prevalence
And far from, the logic of fear.
There's no selective swing, that I hold in practice.
My flowers brings death and victory:
While my feet splash,
the sounds of rain
for my war dance is silent:
Amongst the ears, of
the rotten dead.
My sword was born on,
the labour of truth.
I live...
And far from, the logic of fear.
There's no selective swing, that I hold in practice.
My flowers brings death and victory:
While my feet splash,
the sounds of rain
for my war dance is silent:
Amongst the ears, of
the rotten dead.
My sword was born on,
the labour of truth.
I live...