Rebuilding The Queendom

Black, Beautiful with Big eyes for windows you could see my soul

Trauma, fear, and worldly things invaded my home

I let them claim my throne

God stood there and fought until I started destroying my home

I became the things I let terrorize my home and sit on my throne

Forgetting you were there to help me build and comfort me all along

Now I return to a destroyed home

Asking who, what, were, and why but it was me who left you alone

On the journey to rebuild my lost home

God is now my defense waiting and ready to kill whoever and whatever tries to reclaim my throne.


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