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War

By: MarcPaperScissor

To the Monarchs with money war is a chore
For they see all the capital without confronting the gore
But they're quick to drink to victory and toast to great success
To think they made it out alive without a scratch or mess
Then they go to a place of the utmost praise to god
With the finest of clothes and the most expensive façade
Then a king gets crowned
and then burned to the ground
And the process starts again
To build up a wall
With and eminent fall
Which the people must defend