And she had that mi·rac·u·lous gift
As I was aching through me strife
She smiled and cured me with a knife


Le Diner Royali slaughtered life to praise the kings no mercy shooked the hands of mine blood soaked the sauce for all the things that royal ate while sipping wineLe Diner Royal
i tortured life to please the queens no tear of guilt blemished me eyes fear married screams seasoned the meals i served for mouths of pure demise
rattle of bones still echoes dead in kitchen where the chosen wept the oven was their final bed
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