The Chris Chronicles 😧😧

TIMKAT RECORDS BLOOD🩸 AND CROWN👑 I sat on thrones not because I earned them, but because power mistook me for ready. Everything I desired was placed in my hands and still, I failed. My skull cracked beneath the crown, my thoughts too fragile to command men. My hands trembled under the scepter, authority exposed my weakness instead of hiding it. So I fell. Not pushed. Not betrayed. I collapsed under the weight of what I begged for. I returned to dust with ambition still burning in my chest. Son, do not inherit my hunger. It devours before it teaches. Power does not forgive soft minds or untrained souls. These words I found in the journal of the father I never knew a man who ruled briefly and paid forever. He wrote: Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown. Then bled the truth beneath it: More cursed is the one who chooses its path without the strength to survive it. 🔥