Truth be told, as if the truth is ever told It's bold, whilst you're emboldened In the streets, beholden to no one Howling for blood Loud in even louder crowds... You've forgotten That I'm Queen of the Clouds Wolves are merely beasts That grovel at mah feets I'll throw that gavel Through the glass Out onto the gravel Shrill through the shards I cast justice through the crowds Everyone cowering, no, nobody bows To the Queen of the Clouds But my will be ill quill I'll write the fucking song To save the world He's got his sister He's got his son I have no one Towering stoic Female heroic I'll get bi Break through Shackles & shrouds Because I'm the mother fuckin' Queen of the Clouds You can bring the gasoline You can bring the silver silent pellets But your palate is a plate back at my place where you'd feast upon my pelt Never even got felt up Belt stuck Carpet burns on your face Falling somewhere
Where conspiracy theories meet feminist theories. (And sometimes there's poems).