A disposed king, self-proclaimed in his own majesty. Wrap him in a headline of disgrace and he smiles, flexing for young boys and sharing his wealth. This butterscotch scroll you have come unveiled from reviles your vacancy. You’re empty and it doesn’t matter how the crowd swells and yells or how many thrones you are carried on. This is your real face. Thanks for peek behind the mask.
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