Poisoned Roots

Born to kings and queens

We obey every command

Only escaping in dreams

We create our own wonderland

But born to reckless rulers

We’re left to face reality

That though we paint pretty pictures

What lies below is immorality

So with innocence’s cold demise

We create our own fate

As we shed our disguise

And become what we hate

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