None is noble in the kingdom of thoughts.
All loyals waver in the brink of their decisions.
That is why I am an army of my own.
No one else than my own flesh holding throne.
No shadow leads the legion to shreds,
Except for its own way.
Enah trah. OH MAH GAHD DO AH TRAH.
Ah trah all dah tahm, of this institushan.
AND HE PRAYS!
Oh mah gahd do ah pray,
AH PRAY A SINGLE THING!
(MYAR!)
FOR REVOLUTION!
...*awkwardly leaves*