================================ In his head he was awake but in his dream he was falling,... Yes. There had been a time when he was King. King of the Castle. King of the Kingdom. There was a lake. And his castle was perched on a cliff right next to that lake. And there he ruled as nothing more than a King who had wanted to be alone. And to sleep. And his queen was beautiful and his wars had been mighty. And he had fought for his castle, at one time. Yes. He had fought with his sword and his shield and he had won. And the people of his Kingdom had nothing but respect for the King. And God. God had blessed the King but only inasmuch as there was, to, bless with, at the time. And the King was a King who had fought to remain clean. The dirty vile scum who had wanted to spread disease and plague; those were they who had come to try to take his Castle and his Kingdom over. And he killed them all. All who entered his Castle to contest him; he was the best. Until there came a time when the King got tired of fighting. The enemies never seemed to cease, and the King cursed God. And the King burned in hell and the enemies continued to come. And the King killed them, one by one; battle after battle, war after war; until he could fight no more. And the King cursed God some more; after years and decades of supreme victory. And when the enemies finally stopped, and the King was left to himself like he had wanted; the King grew tired of being King. And the King, looking out from his window, over the lake, down to the shore and the rocks and the waves at the bottom of the cliff below, decided: He wanted to fly. In his head he was awake but in his dream he was falling,... . youtube/watch?v=w6Q3mHyzn78
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