The bearer of the crown is not the same as the wearer
Perhaps sometimes they can be the same, if the wearer is
Not a puppet on strings of words spun from silky mouths
Those that bear the crown are most burdened indeed
Liars, Murderers, Sluts, Defilers, and Hatred-Furnishers,
Innocents, Philanthropists, Protectors, Truthful, and Peace-Keepers,
Can you account for them all?
You, the crown-bearer?
Your people go ungoverned
Impoverished, Hiding, Stealing, Cheating, and Surviving
Heavy is the crown that claims your brow,
And darker is its intent than the shadows of your heart
Its power will crush you,
But you will survive
As a sliver of your former self,
Half-formed and weak,
The power of the crown will control you
It will eat your hopes,
And flay your heart
You will have no other answer than the surrender you will give it
And the crown will chuckle-
It knew what it wanted all along
The kings will not go unpunished
In fact, their penalty will be greater than that of the common man
The crown rules you-
How long will it take for you to throw it away?
Or will it die with you, and be buried in your coffin,
And live to see the worms eat your body as it did your mind?
Do not allow yourself to be tempted by the power,
For it will prove too much
And the day will never shine upon you such as it once did
For you will become the crown-bearer
The Ruler, Ruled