Standing Ovation From Above

It's always the traitors who scream about treachery.
The abusers who speak about toxicity.
The offenders who pose as victims.
The bitters who are dying to look the happiest.

What a show, what a show indeed.

It brings me joy seeing you try to make sense of things you don't understand.
To see you crawl, and try, and crawl, and try some more.
Desperate to see which one of your attempt will set ablaze. (How pathetic)

It brings me joy to throw out baits, knowing exactly when and how you'll bite into it.
To sit down and watch how pitiful & empty your shows are.
Like trained circus animals, puppet on a string. (A fun show, indeed)

It brings me joy to watch you humiliate yourselves, stooping lower every time.
To collect names & list, smiling at your desperation.
Not even worthy of a reaction when we could. (Oh, the things under our sleeves)

It brings me joy to know our happiness bothers your peace.
To see your obsession reeks insecurity, you're not enough, and will never be.
Ugly, distasteful, and funny. (Birds of the same feather flocks together)

The show's over. The curtains are closed.
Sometimes you have to share some fortune to the unfortunate ones - letting them think they won once in a while.
It was fun while it lasted.

My calculation is proven right, one more time.
As always.

Punishment? No need to.
I am not yours and that's enough of a punishment.
You're walking into your own trap, downgrading with what you deserve; much less.

Once upon a cold, endless night, a dark King offered a young woman his hand, his heart, and his kingdom.
Even with contradicting believe and opposite baggage, his eyes told her 

"I would move earth and water for you; remember this when you become a Queen." as they came into union.

History always prevail: one one who wears the crown never come in the name of peace.
"Protect the Queen" one often hears.
"Because the Queen is the most valuable piece" one often remembers.
And just like in the game of chess, the Queen protects her king.