I claim this right to be,
And will fight like
The new queen bee.
For our destiny cannot agree,
One will die,
Either me or thee.
Along this road to dusty death,
I heard a long breath and
Looked left to see my death
Resting in the eyes of a toad.
The story foretold
That a death in cold
Was always two-fold.
That's when I heard the herd
Of the hurt behind the hearse
And at the bend, I saw my end,
A boy who would share my end.
I saw his eyes would not amend
For he was a friend of revenge.