the nerve to question

Collect just what is rightful from our stupid klan. Oh why can’t you see that we’re dieing dieing down here?

Feeling this disgrace i’ve always known. Pushed far back to keep it sacred to my heart. You’ll never know just why i hide this from you. You really think your worth it? your worth nothing to me! and neither are you!
that’s all i can hear is your laughter and pointing. blaming me just because i have the nerve to question your authority. so behold the rotting tirant covered in a blanket of ever growing dust. never to comand me ever again. what a pitty it is to see him go to waste. to fucking bad!