I am the king of bad decisions
Proudly wearing my rusty crown and brandishing a wooden sword
You know this though
You have knelt at my thrown of plastic before
Cowered in the shadow of my rage
A few more coins have been tossed on the table
You are so pleased with yourself
Your knight in his polished armor
Was my love not sufficient
My kingdom too tired
A chill runs down my inked spine
Lights flicker
Nightmares run rampant
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