King As a Servant

That doesn't make any sense, they said. As if the lies they've bred and the people they've met, have changed them. But that isn't true - they walk like servants but are actually kings. They feed off of naivety yet leave me free. They've broken human seals as if our questions were meals and as if our obsessions were gold and silver. There was a tint of importance in us, but we tried not to lead ourselves into blind trust. Because we knew that a bond between two walls would bust, and that empty threats were to scare us away. They'd force us to pray, yet those monsters want us to stay. What they want - is unknown. But the bones they've broke were incomparable with the number of hearts they took. They read our souls like books and eyes as if there was no use into telling a lie. They walked like servants, but were actually kings. All they've wanted, deep down inside, aware or not, was to be free.