King of Homonyms
I am a King and going to defend my castle so I dare you to step forth, I got my fourth artillery on the flank, so I will split your army into a four. You might think I am young because I am an adolescent but I will still teach you a lesson so my mind doesn't lessen when I see these fools think they are prophets trying to make a profit. So when you swing your sword, don’t drop it or I’ll leave you unconscious talking to your conscience. How dare you try to take my crown? Especially in the morning, you didnt even try to ambush me at midnight so the next day, I left you in mourning because I am the one who won and I’m just on my throne eating pie while using my genius mind calculating pi but I just keep thinking. How long will my reign last? Everything won't be perfect all the time and it will rain on a shiny day. I pray to God that I don't become the prey, however I refuse to flee just to become the fleas like these enemies coming for my power. I just dont want to be slayed before I ride the sleigh with my bride or queen. I just had a dream, what have I seen? I keep seeing the seams fall apart with the scene becoming too extreme and I’m looking weak as these enemy soldiers have been trying to ram my castle doors for a week. But then they opened the door stabbed me in the waist, but I didn't whine like a child but I felt like a waste because I was about to die right before I drank my last cup of wine. Then I realized it was not a dream, I actually was thrown off my throne.
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