With backs to the wall you charm them with all your plans. Red carpet roll let it unfold from your hands. Pave your own way- you peasant, you slave, you extra. Silence the crowd with a touch of your crown. Snap your fingers from the desk all the way to the boardroom. They will not breathe a word. They’ll listen and they’ll learn. Stand over your subjects until retreat. Take cover, a noble royal move. No one’s meant to be here but me and you. Your empire caught fire, left for ashes in the cold, throats too dry to chant unto the throne. Light up, prosper. Find a neck to sink your teeth. A henchman trusted, instructed to wipe the white horse clean.


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