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Monarchy

Power-hungry
A thing a person has that can never be fully satisfied
I had it,
Full-blown
I quenched to observe others
Bow down and kiss my feet
To call me your majesty,
And be put onto the highest throne to rule

I fed off of seeing others fall before
Their anguish and defeats fueled my success

I had become the wicked leader of a nation
A dictator
I wasn't the problem,
Humanity was
And it was my duty
To crush it, and become the last man standing
Nothing and no one
Was going to stand in my path
To glory.





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