“Your crown is made of the people’s bones and hunger.” I say with a trembling voice to the sadistic man sitting upon the golden throne. “You rule over this kingdom with an iron fist disguised in hopeful wishes and cowering fear. You are no God! Who are you to decide who gets to live and who gets to die at the expense of your sinful shrine.” The man’s eyes are deadpanned forward, no trace of empathy behind them. “These are the people you swore to protect, the people you chose to rule over. They did not ask for this. They did not ask for you to step on their necks so you could filthily make your way towards the top. All of this ends today. You will rule no longer…this kingdom will live in fear and poverty NO MORE.” I yell valiantly as I spin, letting fate guide my spear towards the throne.. and straight through his heart.

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