A simple phoenix I may be, to this great land that's named C-P.
A beautiful land without a thorn, where imagination's truly born.
But as I simply look around, the peasants are torn over a crown.
A war has raged over a queen, a war like no one has ever seen.
For many people now want the crown, and want to wear the wedding gown.
For a great king must now choose, which queen to keep and which to loose.
I may not truly understand it all, but this war's become a free for all.
With people killed and others saved, an application process has been made.
With a foreseen decision to choose the one, a new era will have soon begun.
The war has caused everyone great strife, to what once was a simple peasant life.
How a simple question started the whole scene, "Hey DKO can I be ur queen?"
How soon the "queens" response did come, allied with few and down put some.
But now I ask please hear my call, the peasant will is soon to fall.
For the cabinet's already begun to kill, but respect a great queen the peasants will.
For unite the land, it must be done, and the other queens will be on the run.
Quote the phoenix, the crown is war, and of brownies, of that I'm sure.