From your alter you command that I kneel so that the only contact my eyes can make is with your feet.
Have you forgotten that I built your pedestal at the price of my femininity as I replaced my tender hands for calloused ones? That I am no longer viewed as pure, for my soul has become one with the tar and my body is covered in earthly tarnish.
I built this empire for us to rule, but you are not the only source of power here;
I can so easily have you de-crowned.