BOLD-BOADICEA-SUNSET-SONG
She was a warrior queen
way back in Albion.
She was a raging storm
and like the Greeks' Amazon,
vengeance would be hers
for what the enemy had done.
She rose on up
like the golden sun
and came down on them
in her flames of crimson.
Yes she rose on up
like a goddess become.
Hell had not the fury.
No devil was so horned.
They had raped her daughters,
whipped and left her torn.
She was death to the Romans,
an Arthur in female form.
HISTORICAL BRITISH
DIVISIONS
Religious division,
then political division.
From the flames of Notre Dame
has the phoenix arisen ?
A rebirth or a renewal,
no more an EU bride
our country Britannia
came the Christmastide ?
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