Again , I battle my pride of position, the place where I sit upon my throne.
The place I stand in my high and mighty fortress , overseeing my realm.
Territories and authorities all about us, lands full of glory or disgrace. Ruling servants, arrogance on ones face or serving humbly; seeing it all as grace.
We all have this place of power, where we try to rule our worlds, but is it for good or ill and in whose name are we standing still.
Am I surf to my inner king and serving my own arrogant dream? Serf or servant, servant to the true King or concubine to ones own dream. We all must choose.
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