House Of Lords
By SMYGO4EVA
The Holy
Britannian Empire
A grand and eternal kingdom
Full of gods and
nightmares
Such irony, for a holy empire
To have such discord
and chaos
Darkness has found its way
Into the hearts of the
pure
Silence and immortality
Reign supreme
Faded from the
universe
Are the protectors of peace
Negative emotions have
been brought
Once again to two dormant lands
Belonging to the
only two
The Britannians
The Elevens
Both ignorant of the
cries
Of the wounded and the dying
The age of utopia has come
to an end
The tyrannical Britannians
Are to blame for all
wars
The Elevens have wilted
Under the relics of their
forgotten dynasty
Throwing daggers and hurling bullets
At the
weak and the helpless
Minds are labored
The world is spinning
and turning
Amongst the chaos and cataclysm
The Britannians
are the disgusting race
They pursue the great kingdoms
And
wish to conquer all
Through the most despicable crimes
Bedlam
and confusion are always there
The covenant of faith is
hollow
The one and only empire shall crumble
It shall be
destroyed
And be the reminder of weakness
A reminder of what
power does to one too many
The dawn of time is just the beginning
The Britannian Empire shall bleed
The Holy Empire must bleed
It is the House Of Lords that shall be conquered
They will
soon be nothing
But an empty husk of greed and death