According to Plan
Machine guns roar,
Little children cry.
How could they be so cruel?
The pampered princess comes out, gun in hand.
Riots break out as her shot rings through out.
Innocent blood shed, tear stained faces.
The once Pacifist Princess turned into her worst nightmare.
Screams cry out for mercy but are soon silenced.
It's all going according to plan,
Britannia has walked right into their trap