Master — can you hear me? can you feel me? Loud yelling comes from the hallways of this lonely castle.
The queen breathes heavy, thick with discernment; her words reek of curses meant to keep the nations down — but still he craves.
Her body: unadmirable, skin folded in ignorance and shame — but still he loves.
Hands rough and cold from torment, torture, exposure; eyes corrupt, filled with salty waters of pain — yet he understands.
There’s a king, corrupted and blind to his own and his co-rulers’ doings, feeding gasoline through the duct tape they’ve placed over their mouths. Minds lost — no one left to help the kingdom they’ve built. Shifted bricks of our demise.
Locking knowledge and wisdom in the dungeon, throwing the key into the sea.
So therefore I hate. Burn the kingdom — seed the nations. The nations sit in oblivion to peace. rcnvkoon3
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