Unworthy King of the Faithful.

How is this fair? 
I offer nothing, yet they give me their swords. 
I speak with harsh truths, yet they thank me for my kindness. 
I stand humbled by their greatness, and yet they look to me. 
I am nothing more than a commoner, equal in every way to them, yet they swear their lives to me. 
I am baffled, by their praises. 
Honored, by their faith. 
And proud to call them brothers. 
I do not deserve them, and they deserve more than me. 
But my brave comrades, if you will follow me into war, I will lead you to the best of my abilities. 


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