Impregnable fortress, disabled consciousness,
Defenses not cracked as it constantly loops back.
This is my nation of pure arrogance.
Tower of Babel pit against my majesty.
The law protects graciously, valiancy.
Was made to help, it’s a cavalry, apathy.
Yet it fails due to a banditry, tragedy.
A long trail details an absurd anomaly.
No vaccine exists for this abnormal fallacy.
Want to learn how it happens without the cadency?
It’s all here, in my cranial cavity.
Adjust the latency, get ready your arms.
The terms are acceptable, they work like a charm.
Don’t sound the alarm, get into your mail.
Now you’ve prepared to hear this short tale.
I move towards another day, is that ok?
Now that was five words, I take the blame.
But a longer fable won’t be the same.
It’s unpleasant, about a lonely adolescent.
Do you still want to hear the gritty depressant?
It starts with a peasant, without acclaim.
He bends, content to peek at the dame.
Everyone knows she is of bad fame.
How come this cold frame is routinely set on flame?
Assumingly alone, with no one to blame.
Yet here she is, calm, playing a mind game.
“The law protects, a throng, or was it an object?
My rule or maybe my subject?”
Ruminating neglected as the silent plea is detected.
She’s no tyrant, by the boy’s gaze she affected.
A true newbie is disconnected, she’ll teach him.
By the power above was elected to preach.
Without further ado, here's the speech that will make it to history.
“The mind is a mystery, yet deciphered by royalty,
I condone travesty, and consume the gravity.
Naming me Cassandra is not a depravity,
Heed me, and your wish will turn into reality.
Now bask in the glory of your majesty!”
Yet it’s too early to get rocked, don’t question her sanity.
This woman concocted walls out of her irrationality.
Are you shocked?
The story is chopped, so here’s a free advice,
Adjust your casque, before your head gets lopped off.
Gaudy masks are now dropped,
Her monologue was heard.
She can peacefully savor the jackpot.
But what was the thing she got in return?
All for naught, an eloquent silence blew her roof off.
Wasn’t ready, expecting.
The message behind is apoplectic.
Stones are cracking, withstanding.
The hot mess.
Gates are burning, flushing.
The dam has broken.
The thoughts and words were processed in confines of the world.
Strangled in a tiny plot, a story of a big front.
Angered then throttled, self-reasoned and bottled,
Wisdom was missed by a man and not spotted.
The offender? A bastard, blue-blooded,
Wears a black gown and a crown that looks rugged.
“Call for amnesty, show gallantry.”
The voice is whispering anxiously.
“Guards, walk him around the faculty.”
The brat starts thinking rationally.
Opening the door and forcing the opposition.
By the book forces away the coalition.
And the memory resurface of the law’s mission.
To never blew up even in the face of a mortician
Yet a minister enters and mocks the addiction.
“To stop the syndrome all you have to do is lower your ambitions.
No fruition comes from obsessing over your position.
There’s no restriction as long as you acknowledge it’s all a fiction.
Don’t hold the affliction, destroy the threshold of measly constriction.”
Bold, but it’s not a way to lift the aristocratic blindfold.
How can you rationalize with a ruined household?
The magnificent room is currently covered in mold.
The rusty shackles around, dominion have long ago been under control.
Tapestry and old gold.
Painting of time long before.
All that is left from a mighty stronghold are bare-bones.
Why? Blame her wrath and hormones.
It’s not a clubhouse, but let a simple math equation get solved.
Teeth grind and a whimper is all you heard.
Eaten alive the mind of yet another bristly swineherd.
A relapse.
Princessly steps raps, the flooring cracks.
Suppressed but not stressed,
How could her highness make a mess?
Throne is blessed, yet this seat is not coveted by a working class.
The bars are thick,
Chains of mind is a vise worthy the best.
Time passed, while the princess kept facing an impasse.
The weight of her haught class.
“Self-absorbed or not, opinions shouldn’t matter a lot.
Like onions cut on the board,
Cry me a river, can you not?
Circle back, and voice the lot.”
Yet weighs a ton the limit built on your own.
The queendom is burning,
The fiefdom is storming, a riot.
Restrictions aren’t quite vague yet, Fata Morgana is real, you supply it.
The throne sitter envisions,
Can’t appease the voice of a reason.
“Do not listen and appeal to the unreal confinement here.”
“Treason!
Send them to the guillotine,” she seethes.
Don’t mention near the aristocracy, the harm of their demeanor
Humility stands before the pieous docility,
All this sterility simply has no capability.
Hall has shrunk or was it only a throne,
The fact is, the bind is so strong.
And so is the Tsarina’s dome.
The scena won’t change, not anymore.
Stuck in the same way.
Helpers she gulps, but not syndromes.
Wounds left alone festers and rot.
Pestered for naught, I know it.
After all, I am here to behold it.
The story was shortened, excuse me.
I missed the drop, it’s not my forte.
Don’t snort, cause was written above this.
Don’t shove your request, I heard it.
However, the thing I told you, it keeps coming back.
A vicious cycle, a major drawback.
What can I add?
It’s a blackjack, did you cover your head?
No need to hover over cards,
I opened them all to lay bare.
You can count yourself, connect.
Savor the meanings or munch as is, I don’t care.
No more flare.
And spare me the thanks,
There’s something I have to bear.
With my own eyes to my chagrin.
I feel the flu in this square grew.
There’s no way to breakthrough.
Discipline is complex.
I heard it!
A knock on the door and a new citizen steps.
No guards, no fence, nothing amiss.
Just a person on set.
How hard could it be, do not digress.
Nevertheless, nothing will come out from the visit of the new guest.
The princess feels the result of a long abscess.
Studs raps and this adulteress breaks.
And this is where the track loops back, a circle.
With defenses not cracked, there’s no progress, it's certain.
A nation of pure arrogance hidden behind the curtain.
Tower of Babel fell, was it decadence?
Frankly, I don’t care about this reference.
As for her eminence?
Mortifying.
Since I still have to show my reverence.

"Oi, SaiGe."

"S-Sir?" I dropped my pen.

"You must be doing something important to ignore my lecture."

"Err..."

"Stand up! Then, answer my question!"

"Y-yes..."

"What are you doing?"

"Uh...I was doing n-nothing..."

"Answer my question!" teacher Hans slammed his hands on the table, much to the surprise of everyone.

"I--"

"And I don't want you answering you're 'not doing' anything! What are you doing?"

"Sir...I was doing...nothing, I swear..."

"Tch," teacher Hans clicked his tongue and said, "You're actually standing, right? That's what you're doing! Why are you so afraid? I was only asking you."

“That’s why I don’t do this shit.” I thought to myself.

“Bruh.”

I sneakily turned my head to the source of this voice. To my left I saw the one guiding my hand. “What?”

“...”

“It’s your fault. I won’t do this again.”

In return I got an eye roll. “Pay attention to the lesson. We’ll continue the story next time.”

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This chapter was written by Sailus and Hans!