Power, power runs through his veins. The type of power, which has some crawling and some begging, and them wanting, desiring, lusting over this man. He has full control, the world is His, and I am His. Not his lover, but a gift. A gift given to Him by the ones before us. Yet, the Party is so secretive, but the world is His throne. If it's innocent would you save it? If it turns your heart would you claim it? If it's guilty would you mend it? Fragile as a feather does power claim you're guilty or innocent?
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