Princess twenty-two
I know you're out there
If you don't like your name
We'll choose anew
Not Rove
For no amount of spin
Will shake the ugly
Or blur the evil
Not Christ
For his words have been muddied
Like a long game of telephone
Hang up
Gang up on the terms
That hold the myths
We lie to the bed unmade
No covers can hide
No pillow can cushion
Our only truth
No drink can drown
The thought of what's to come
Our poor spawn
Reach the turning point
An afterthought
Flood, drought, fire
And neverending night
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