You have an empire. A kingdom, almost. It comprises of those who fear you. They do not love you. They hate you. And I will watch as your empire crumbles before you. As all your material and concrete success comes crashing in on you. As your comrades crumble, then turn on you.
You will be alone in the rubble of everything you once had.
Nay, you ARE alone.
And the only one who doesn’t see it is the person who lives in the mirror. The empty eyes staring back at you as if to say, “What have you done?”
M.G.
