Your crown is made of the people’s bones and your hunger.

You take and you take from people unwilling to give.

You are a poison to the land and your greed will be your downfall.

The throne you sit upon is fashioned from the skin of your people.

Their skin.

Their bones.

Their blood.

Their lives.

All for your sake.

But the day will come when the throne you sit upon will be yanked from underneath you by the crippled hands of those you let suffer.

Your crown will be taken back by the people and their bones will be put back piece by piece while you starve.