As the King sat parked, slumped deep into his throne,
His eyes ever vigilant, aimed at the open walkway ahead,
His orders barked at his royal guards, as his paranoia grew.
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 3:52 AM UTC
As the King sat parked, slumped deep into his throne,
His eyes ever vigilant, aimed at the open walkway ahead,
His orders barked at his royal guards, as his paranoia grew.
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