Westeros - The Kingdom of Seven

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I am a Westerosi
We have a king, we have a lord
And there are seven whom we pray as god

We are Lannisters
We always pay our debt
Sometimes in gold
Sometimes in cold
Hear us roar
On the Casterly Rock's shore

We are the mighty Starks of North
We never forgive but we also never forget
Winter is coming
We keep on saying
This is the warning bell
We keep on ringing
Our land is snow
Winter winds are grey
The frost bites and chill cuts
We stay close, we stay strong
Like a wolf pack
We survive the night that's long!

Unbowed, Unbent & Unbroken
Like Martells of sun kissed deserts
We dwell where the year is summer
When all the six bent knee
We managed to successfully flee
The shapeshifting dunes are our allies
Scorpions in our sand
Poison on our spears
Lys may cry but we have its tears

High gardeners we are!
Roses on our tunics
Embroidered on all our fabrics
Roses in our garden
And as pretty as they may look
Don't try to puck
Remember roses have thorns
So think again before you lock horns

Baratheons we are
Swift as wind, fierce as lightning
Battle scarred and fighting hard
Ours is the fury
We have conquered the storm
To crown our black stag on the gold field

We are the greatest ever!
We are the blood of dragons
Descendants of Valyria
We are the true conquerors
The Targaryens
Dragon riders and the rightful rulers
We bring Fire & Blood
Our Enemies are all dead!


We are Westerosi
The dwellers of this cursed and forsaken land
What we sow is not what we reap
Staying in constant fear as our children weep
Kings keep falling, banners keep changing
Our farms plundered, Our inns pillaged
Children kidnapped and women raped
Men murdered and our homes destroyed
This is a dangerous place
Everyday brings new peril
If the battles don’t kill us
Diseases will take us down
There is no hope!
Whoever wins this Game of Thrones
We are already lost

~Surya
(A Stark from heart and a Lannister from head)

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