What a privileged position you have, your majesty, With no one to challenge you.
How great your pride; swallowed whole by insecurities. How strong your values; viewed through your lens of confirmation.
How terrible your terror; desperately wrapped in brocade and bluster.
How rote your routine. How convenient your conviction. How predictable your predication.
And how quickly the proclamations come down.
12:01 a.m. - 2015-08-13
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