6 June 2012
The queen has left our beloved land, leaving her followers stitched and clamped. The queen rolled by, on her carriage of gold. In our gutted miscarriage we were all sold.
The lawyers gave her the hardship indeed, only for a minor crime, no fuss indeed. They came and they took, they broke my queen. Now there's only me left to hear her scream.
She resigned, and I have stepped off my throne. Crown still on my head, but I'll help her alone. I will release my queen from her prison. I will let her breathe, I will give her back reason.
The True King And Queen • Opuss № I