Dear you, 

Does it feel nice to be boastful?

Does it feel nice to be so loved, only for you to abandon them once you reach the top?

Rather, does it feel nice to collect all the gold in the world reaped from the only person who would shed blood to give you the best life in this world?

Does it feel nice to get that gold, even when she cried begging you to see her, 

All you did was turn your back against her to save yourself,

You're afraid of dying so much, don't you?

When all of us cried for help,

All you did was run away,

Oh wait, let's take a picture first before you run.

Because a picture is all you need,

For people to treat you like a king,

When all your life was dedicated to be of her service,

Were you tired?

Is that why?

Now you're on top,

You won't look at us peasants,

That's fine,

I'd rather be a peasant,

Than a king of gold,

Enjoy being a king while you can,

Because one day a king has to pass his throne too,

and when that happens,

we'll see if the world would treat you,

like how you treated her.