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A parody of a prince whose pretty pout spouts lies.
A parody of a prince whose pretty pout spouts lies,
The old wounds in his dartboard heart continue to spill,
His skin crawls, he bawls; he has time to kill,
With a needle, sharp, and a loaded gun,
Fingertips and fabrics to come undone,
Queen of the dragons, lost in starry skies,
Chasing away thoughts of misleading cries,
His beaten body curls up, fucks up, gives up,
Falls down, breaks down, the ending's abrupt.