Total Control
Your getting dumb,
while I’m getting cold,
I’m getting younger,
while your getting old.
I cast my “CONTROL” spell on thee,
making your mind forget your reality,
making you blind so you can’t see,
that I have control of your kingdoms keys.
Yes, all the doorways are controlled by me,
YOUR offspring won’t inherit this monarchy.
for I will be top Queen
controlling this land of Royalty.
Written Jan.3rd 2011 by Chrisitna Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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