My throne is magnificent, yet the rats who live upon it know no decency. They keep soiling my home. I am alive, and so are they. Their hearts still beat, yet they move like lifeless things. Even when I cry out, they refuse to turn their heads. So let ruin, find those who choose not to care. They depend on me, yet seek only profit. I call the sun to draw nearer, and that will be their end. They were never the rulers of the Earth, no matter how much they believed they were.