The slave king

Kings love to lie
Kings love to cheat
Kings love to steal

But kings, listen, if you call yourself a king while you lie, cheat and steal. I see you are no king at all

King, is not a title. King is a role. King is not a castle. It's knowing how to rule. King is not a scepter. Its
knowing not to kill

And look here king, to truly be a king you must also be a slave. You must suffer and you must die. You must labor you must starve. In this way, a king can understand his slaves. And he can learn to rule
with kindness.

So look here, king. Please, lie cheat and steal all you want. But always remember to suffer.

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The role of master and slave