As the meaningless lines swirled back and forth, I tried to visualise the carnage and destruction. A thousand years of bloodshed as the means to an end that is...dizzy and nauseous, I had to lie down. I woke to find I'm a (terrible) poet. I wish I didn't know it.
Vassal screams, sovereign schemes,
Palace intrigues plot twists,
All the children kept simple and stupid,
By their patron's standardized K.I.S.S.
"Please mind the gap!"
