Music:crown me king- humphrey bogart built this city!
the better bullet.
the tyrant of the black room sits upon his throne, & does not stir. there is the dull murrmur of kings, as though voices of dead emperors drizzle poison into his ears, avuncular, but the monarch of that chamber does not flinch. here among the horrors he is lord, here among the horrors & he is their chief. first among them, but not first. the black room & the white room were not always here; the stair that leads to them was hewn before the sun rose, yes, but there was a time before then. an always before then. the throne in the white room sits empty! but here, now, while the sun burns, until it gutters & dies, & the tyrant in the black room sits upon his throne, & does not stir.