Suddenly I wanted to put the taste of exquisite wine which kings drink to my lips.
To taste it, to feel the magnanimity of it and to drown myself with it.
A sudden clarity appeared before me, begging to be announced.
Be a king, like Nero, who plagued all Europe and fiddled while Rome burned.
Be a king, like Vlad Tepesh, who impaled almost all of the soldiers of the Ottoman empire who tried to conquer his land, who eats his lunch under his impaled victims and just above a pool of human blood dripping from mutilated heads and body parts. Who puts his golden cup in the middle of the market then ride his horse to roam around his Wallachian territory.
Be a king, like Idi Amin, which was named "Lord of All the Beasts of the Earth and Fishes of the Seas and Conqueror
of the British Empire in Africa in General and Uganda in Particular".
Be a king, Be a king, Be a king.
Be like them, who possesses brutality beyond anyone's imagination but were able to constitutionally adapt their cruelty and make people honor them as their sole and rightful king.
Be a king, like the Popes, who massacred thousands and millions of witches, demons, chritians, anti-christians, jews, muslims, pagans, babies, mothers, fathers and all alike in the name of Jesus Christ the son of God our savior and the only God for now and eternity.
Be like them. Be a king.
A crown made of gold, a staff with with sparkling diamonds on it, and a sword made out of the finest steel in the world, though you will never have to use it for the reason that you have an entire army to fight for you.
Speak like a king. They say a king's word can never be turned down.
Speak of murder and your confidants will convert it to a noble order which is needed to be done for the sake of your kingdom.
Speak of tyranny and your commanders will announce it to your people with valor and would gladly kill them for honor and loyalty to your kingdom.
Speak of corruption and your senators and congressmen will relay the message to their colleagues as if it's one of the SOP's of being a king.
Speak of pure lie and the the whole nation will listen, even applauds whenever I am praised, your loyal and benevolent butcher, who killed thousands of your people over alleged crimes of treason. The butcher who experiments on how he can effectively kill a man, a cut to the nerves under the wrist maybe, a shotgun at the back of the head, while his son cries for mercy maybe, cut throats and put electric wires, used soap, and tin cans inside ones intestines maybe.
Speak of arrogance
Speak of modern stupidity
Speak of cheating and stealing
That is what a king does.
I want to be a king.
To taste the blood of my own people, to taste the demise of the commoners who has never been to a castle before or even the concept of a castle they don't know, to walk in my city and feel no shame of what i've done to it.
To build street lights and infrastructures and make the people think i built it with my own resources and if God permits, make them think that i built them myself.
To torture my people using apparatuses that i can find in my barracks.
To play with one's penis with a knife, cut it in half and enjoy watching one eat it.
That is what a king should do. That is what a king is ought to do.
A commoner arrived, In disgust he said,"Oh so you want to be a king? Well let me give you your crown."
The commoner cocked his M-16.
Pointed it to my head.
I am Jovito S. Palparan, Jr., commander of the 204th Brigade in Mindoro from May 2001 to April 2003.
Abducted militant activists and killed those who dare to propagate and practice the principles of the Communist Party of the Philippines.
Led raids in towns and massacred innocent families and alleged NPA supporters.
I've killed a couple of farmers myself when I get bored planning attacks against the belligerents.
I want to be a king.
And I will always be loyal to the kingdom.
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