You’re the king no matter what
So I would drink this poison bitter
And if they offer me an antidote,
I’d say: impossible to be a widow
Of emperor, of king, of leader,
There aren’t any aftermaths,
You were the lightning and the thunder,
Now dark are all the heaven’s paths,
Without you is like with life asunder.
Asunder
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