Trust me,I won't harm you,he would,the sweet voices wishpered..
See these clothes,see these crowns,see these thrones,those belonged to you..
And you should take over,the voices said..
As they started to walk forward,not seeing the traps..
The shreds of glass that laid waiting to cut the tender feets,
The little needles lined up,dipped with poison to seep into their blood..
The rotten drugs hidden in the jars of juices..
All he could do was scream..
But long gone was it..
They could not hear it anymore..
As if in trance,drunk in dreams..
Step by step they walked..
Towards a doom that waited for them or him?
