Imgormiel
Part of the furniture
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The Fettered King
He is mine.
He is mine.
As I go, to consider, his every move.
When I throw, the first pawn.
Down, in front of me.
He is mine. I will cage him.
With every, tiny, little move.
My friends will weaken him.
That fettered king will pay.
And I will sacrifice the bishop, the rook and the knight.
To control him.
Putting my hands, around his throat.
I will show him my rage.
I will show him my rage.
When be betrays me.
Like an animal.
I will corner him.
Until he kneels before me.
I will berate his lies.
I will berate his lies.
Because I am the fucking truth!
I will accept nothing, but.
His surrender to me.
He is mine.
He is mine.
He is mine.