Don’t you worry about my immortal soul; it’s been starved.

just a puppet on a lonely string

oh, who would ever want to be king?


kings: + faceless (or thereabouts)

There were two brothers - Cain and Abel. God’s first grandchildren. And the wicked one killed the innocent one because of jealousy. But he became the father of mankind. So… beneath the veneer of civility, we’re all children of Cain.