The king coolly looks at the guillotine located in the middle of the square from the height of his throne. He boringly rests his chin on his hand when the head of another unfortunate person separates from the body. The sky is crying from injustice, but the tyrant is only waiting for her to finally appear to him. He was waiting for his goddess of death, with whom he was in love. In order to meet her, he started wars, shed blood at executions. All for her

"I've been waiting for you, my heart"