We sit idle upon our thrones, taking

in our wretched domain. It's humor-

ous how they scurry about as if it 

mattered, running faster and fast-

er, pain and anguish and rust.

      How comical.

We waltz in our towers, bricks of

purpose and praise, high above

the common, and we cry:

    Let them eat cake.









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