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@tyrantsuggestion ------------- as the sun doth lay herself to sleep, a sickly and sweet smell doth lay herself oe'r the land. the king, sitting in this throne before us, his mind doth wander. with what? we, we simple chorus, know not. however, if it pleaseth ye, sweet listener, we will give a guess to thee. his mind does wander with murder. sick murder. bloody murder. he sees a dagger coated in sweet life's red, beads of beautiful and bountious blood dripping from the silver. notice, we pray ye, the smile upon his face? he doth find his joy in such awful thoughts. why? maybe it be his nature. this man of terror, simply programméd to find sweet bliss in such blood. this tyrant doth hold power over this place. this place. o, sweet moon, this place. this nightmarish court, that this nightmarish king doth hold. we pray ye, sweet listener, to work your mind to see such nightmares. we know, since we are a simple chorus, that it may be difficult to see this simple stage as so nightmarish a place. i pray ye then, work your minds! see the murdered mothers and babes. taste the red hot blood on your tongues. smell that scent, that horrid scent, that wafts through the streets from this very palace, and this very king. oh, listener. oh, sweet and gentle soul, who lends yourself to hear we, the simple chorus. as we tell you, we pray know, as this, our tale, we do try to show.
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a sweet crimson voice, for You I will be
nothing more, nothing less, nothing else for You to see
I am loyal to one, that one being You
and in my world, it is only us two
so sleep easy, My Tyrant, none shall bring you harm
any who wish to slit your throat, oh, their souls will be farmed.