The glorious chaos, its like a lullaby to me.. The pillars of this dynasty are crumbling and I couldn't be happier. The evil queen and her minions will be cast into the fire, and I'll be there roasting marshmallows by her funeral pyre. Can you hear the bell toll? Are you scared? Everyone will turn against you, like you turned against them. They will use the knives you plunged into their backs to cut you into pieces. The people you have persecuted and harassed will rise against your vile monarchy. Then what will you have? Your own small, empty mind... Will you slip into insanity without anyone to exploit or insult? I almost feel sorry for you, then I remember what you've done and all that is left is the bitter taste of bile in my mouth and a resolve to destroy you. You started this war, you underestimated me, and now you will pay. Soldiers always put the mission first, and my mission is to see you gone and forgotten. May God have mercy on your soul....
(This is a figurative piece, so don't think I'm talking about you, megalomaniac...)