Peasants Pestilence Of Scythe

Long ago back in the medieval days, there was a peasant who was mistreated by society. The peasant stood strong and longed for the selfish and conceited leaders of the castles to bow at his feet. He was better than the rest and those who detest were thrown to their feet. Before the guards screamed, "stay back please"! the peasant arrived like an ominous wind through the breeze, the peasant told the guards to beg for mercy! But before they had the opportunity to speak, unfortunately the peasant longed for vengeance ultimately and cut them up like sheep very quickly. The king screamed "this is extreme"! But the peasant had had enough of unfair society. The peasant said my only company is to confide with my shadow in the streets. Yet you are living happily in the castle luxuriously, I'm barely surviving. Every story you create is a negative hatred forming fate by you to me mate! This is give and take the peasant explained now you are the bait, this was always your fate to die by my hands. See the hate you made.