In finding clarity in justice, he saw through your handsome appearance, your well-spoken compliments, your funny stories, your spoiled entitlement
He took note of babied fancies he'd allowed and contributed to and he pushed you from a high place
He finally took serious your lack of scruples and passed the sentence of exile using forever's mouth
He found a role that better suited who you were and gave you a theatre in which you could perform it
Oh but he loved you with a binding affection that was blind to fault
Finding fault only when it was a direct threat to order
"If you're not perfect then neither am I"
But in fact he would never say that
That amorality that ignored gratitude and family - It had to come from somewhere
I thought he made you move out of the house and get a job
But that was a natural break, this was a sudden unhealthy snap
As an outsider, I see now a dandy commanding an army
Who wants to go back to having their head stroked like a pet?
On a throne of blood, he would never admit he misses that golden touch
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