The gold drowns the red
I sat in my throne of blood and gold,
Weaving pride from envy and self-worth,
While the actuaries gathered around,
And calculated the money and hurt.
One of then sighed and said,
“The blood would get to me first.”
And the others nod in agreement,
As...
Weaving pride from envy and self-worth,
While the actuaries gathered around,
And calculated the money and hurt.
One of then sighed and said,
“The blood would get to me first.”
And the others nod in agreement,
As...