The King turned into the fool, and they pointed their fingers and laughed. Their hands are porcelain white showing their privileged lives. The fool cried out to those who were once his subjects. He closed his eyes, and tried to wake up from the dream but it's not working this time. A royal robed in rat's filth, swearing our eyes are deceptive. But what the fool doesn't realize, is when you feel safe in your skin, not even the sharpest sword can pierce your armour.
So I'll let you take that stab you've been waiting for.
