The Late Great Queen Honey Bee Soldier Rebellion
One Too Many Times
I came to you in innocence
And you thrashed my sensibility
You deprived me of a family
One too many times.
I soared above the clouds of hate
Only to be shot down by your phony fate
I faced your cruel tyranny
One too many times.
As God saved my soul,
You kept calling me an asshole
I had to stop your sadism
One too many times.
And now I have no choice
But to keep destroying you
For you have gone to war
One too many times.
Like Lady Macbeth,
There’s too much blood on your hands
You have killed the Dove
One too many times.
