Let Them Die

Lost words in an empty palace
Obedience follows every whim
Each action
Small requests
Humble Selfishness
Never ask too much or too little
Never command attention; just keep it
Never share your thoughts unless they ask
Promise me.
Do not share your thoughts
Let them muster into anger, grief
Poison
Let them die or they will kill you
The palace will sink in the sea
The wind will uncontrollably gasp
Pushing audible air seeking refuge and comfort
The festivals have begun
Set a dam to your palace's waterfall
No one gives a damn!
Be humble
Be selfish with your thoughts
Let them die

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