1/15/2006 - the road to the throne
I give you Hehsebamon.
He began his life as a slave... a tormented, mistreated slave... with a kind, loving heart in spite of his poor situation. As the years went by, however, he found a way to work himself upwards in society.
But every step he took, meant actions that he would once never have considered, and as he progressed his way upwards in society, his heart grow darker, more vicious, by the day... 'til the day he faced the royal family in their throne room, and slaughtered them. All of them. Children, parents, all of them.
He is king, now, and a vicious one. His heart is black with the blood of others, and he has little mercy left in his bones. He treats the slaves as he was treated. If not crueller.
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The road to the throne, is littered with corpses.
With each step,
Their blood stains your heels.
Closer to salvation, and yet,
Deeper in sin -
The road to freedom comes at
A cost of the same.
The road to the throne, is littered with corpses,
And one of these corpses,
Is of your heart.
Old, black, rotten -
Festering.
Closer to salvation, and yet,
Never have you been
So far
Away.
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