Dishonorable Sovereignty

I’d bite my tongue before I’d speak your name, singe my hands before I’d dial your number.
The greatest of all time had been erected before your very eyes, and your pitiful failures have torn it asunder.
Dear king, your kingdom has fallen- what a waste.
And when you think of Sen, remember me fondly- as the sweetest juice you never did taste!

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