Behind the high walls of my kingdom lays the story I've been hiding away from everyone eyes. Behind these mighty barriers a torn heart and a sick mind of a lost king are there seeking their salvation while everyday passing by takes away with it some of their hope and patience. Huge bricks made of truthful delusions about my weakness blended along with many tales of my constant failure. Fine portraits of those I once failed hanging on the walls of my cursed palace reminding me that victory was never my alley, that success has been always outside the gates of my kingdom. And in the first row of these artistic pictures I can see a big one for me, yes me the first victim I let down, the first one I gave up and the first gift to the forces of darkness ruling the air in my poor kingdom Where fear and anger are the only existents u can find drawn on the sad faces of my people who no more believe in their king. Very easily u can smell the trails of a coming revolution and conspiracy built on the shoulders of my people's misery and pain they no longer can bear and never to be blamed for.
Suddenly the king began to feel like being a prisoner behind these walls he saw once as insurance for his and his people's safety. Trapped behind the three legendary unbreakable gates of his kingdom, the great gates of "sins", "lust" and "regrets" with the troops of his enemies gathering around his kingdom waiting for the dawn to start their massive invasion he knows very well the end of it. Preparing his army for the battle he lost a long time ago at the exact moment he gave up his will to fight. But for a king he had to lead his men to their graves or to a victory they think their king knows its way, an unspoken promise he made when he claimed the crown of the kingdom years and years ago .and slowly the sun rays started to shine through the windows of the palace declaring the birth of a new day in the far horizons of his kingdom but to him it meant nothing but the start of the counting down of his era .checking the troops of his army hungry for the battle and his strong archers known with their unmistakable spears . Suddenly the whole kingdom trembled with the words LONG LIVE THE KING, LONG LIVE THE KING tying the last piece of his royal armor...for the last time the king sadly...... smiled
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