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 my life by, the roots of prosperity:

Watch how my flower sword, make demons surrender, after giving their resistance

My title as queen, was given
to me by my teacher
who, was a master swordsman,

and his wife sufa, help me to nourish,

The feminine side of my sword:

In any battle with all alpha's.

My flower sword, can speak your death, in any language.

No one walks away, from my sword with out, their soul being touch'

By the scent of my deadly flowers.

Is the ultimate definition,
of a total recall of recycle, hallucinations:

That will increase, the volume of their insanity!


My flower sword is the only thing
in this world, that I will die for;

As an unbroken,
promise to my teacher.


As the 👑 Queen:

I will never surrender, the truth
of my square, of supreme knowledge.

When it comes to living, a trail
of bribery, and falsehood.


Even after my death; the world will still think, the crown queen flower sword, is still active.


© THE Vampgores ?