Blood and ash is all that’s left of me,

my wickedness planted the seeds for my undoing,

I’d laugh at the irony if I was able,

see my children,

all I ever wanted was to be the king,

and it mattered little who stood in my way,

but as I quickly found out,

so did every other slack-jawed motherfucker this side of the realm,

my blindness,

my belief,

I thought I was the dirtiest of them all,

when in the end,

I was just another pretender,

sitting on someone else’s throne.

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