Chapter 4

Slayers of prosecutors align within the throne of transparency and deification

Mysteries were upheld within the possession of Tamara herself

She knew what she did to be the queen of the new throne

She understood the slayers within the grief of saddening pain were just a lie of dispute waiting for its explosion

The temperament was daunting as she used the abuse of the king's blood as her engagement in her decoration

Just like the never-ending river of blood

When the king was abused but got killed with the touch of witch poison when he was sitting for his final meal

Sights of alluring luscious desire

Made her bound to the temptation of new meats

That wanted to stroke and squeeze against her ever-so-perfect body

Mothers shut their eyes to the sudden depravity of the young beautiful queen

Men's desire for the touch over a century and a few were still talked about

Have you ever known the oak tree of the ordinance where the wooden sense with the mixture of rose lily was her new scent

That made the whole city crave when she walks down the towns of vigilance

Painting over her titillating desire she unraveled the reality of a man's need

Everyone wants her

The taste

The fling of her overnight conscious thoughts just portrays her as someone who is dictated by her future

And she made sure that the name of Queen Tamara would always be remembered

For that to be a tale she needed to create an empire with the potion slot of vampire and werewolf

Silent nights scared everyone

As the night falls

Hunters of ascended of the grove will hunt on the scapegoat of seeking fresh blood on youngsters

While hunters scavenge for blood

Tamara was pleased with the passion of her overriding lust and desire

The gist of passion was not her alone

But her admirers assume they had a piece of her but that was a lie over the glass of victory

It was her way of making the diplomatic moves

That made sure her kingdom stays and goes beyond the engulfing of nights

Sun surges from the north wing

Everything shall remain silent

And no tales or words to be passed

All that we call progress-the enfranchisement of man, of labor, the substitution of imprisonment for death, of fine for imprisonment, the destruction of polygamy, the establishment of the rights of conscience; in short, all that has tended to the development and civilization of man; all the results of the investigation, it may be observation, experience, and free thought; all that man has accomplished for the benefit of man since the close of the Dark Ages

Despite the gnarled history of the old testament Tamara will always rule her kingdom of truth and shatter all the glasses of the innocents of one man's deed or wants

Rolling the dice of ashes that conserved lust over the dignity of the gist desire

Tamara oh Tamara

Queens as prerequisites as you is scampered my the dark era on the classical traction