Literature
If I were Queen of the World
If I were Queen of the World, no one would be spared from my slitted, smiling eyes.
No one spared from the glittering grin of cruelty
No one spared from the ethereal glow of my leering, feline eyes.
Like prey, caught in their enchanting snare
Embraced by the terror they release-
a noxious haze of malice, just for you.
If I were Queen of the World, no one would be spared from my final judgment!
You tremble before my crushing presence,
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