king me

and kill the spare: no, i am gracious in victory as defeat. why do we protect him? he is useless. give me a board with two queens. give me a lesbian love story across a battlefield but not with her.  you trained her well; what i have can’t be taught like that. you have to be born into conflict. you have to have had your body and trust violated so much you get a headache and wake up someone else, someone with a hard heart, someone with a sixth sense, someone dead already. like the people who did this to you.  
 
all that time i inched my way forward you thought i was just another piece. and now i am here, the centre of me burning like a house on fire and all the people in it i am certain you can hear them  
 
i use the fuel to make smoke signals, but there is no back up army - just another fuck you - go on, have it. you might be dying. have this on me