§7

And now

Time to say goodbye

I vow to lovelorn Gemini

As part of paragraph seven I bestow upon you

Both a number of artifacts of immense personal value to me

Wearing the family crest

I hope they can serve as a reminder of the fragility of heritage

A, a king's child, a king's

Scion blood from me

Effectively, these heirlooms are in essence worthless

Still I consider them a token of my innermost sympathy

Pass them on to generations to come

The liberation of the wealthy, once perpetually shackled by greed

The wretched instead, elated and basking in solace

In a flock of kings, I am iconoclast

Broken bloodline seeping to emptiness

A melancholy victory, a triumph for heresy

Saved a daughter in line of disaster

Cursed!

Shed no tears on your makers' tomb

A, a king's child, scion

Deus, Patriam, Rex, Sanguis