James B. Christian
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A Self Proclaimed King
I stood at my pulpit shouting the veracities I had come to believe, like a mad man upon his soap box. I plead for understanding from my disciples, convinced that my words would somehow change already set minds. A fallen king trying to regain my crown, my efforts were desperate, frantic, like a child trying to reclaim a privilege lost. A zoanthropic fear washed over me as I saw that my words only seemed to push my people further from me. Their eyes only caught mine from corners, seemingly afraid to meet my gaze and only checking to be sure I would not advance on them. I watched them ...Read the full of A Self Proclaimed King