To the most high and holiest creator! I call upon you to re=invigorate my masculine fortitude so that I may enter this house that is not yet a suitable home for a King, and elevate it from it's deplorable state!
My children see their protector, their Noir King god, their foundation sitting alone on the front porch...and leave the door open?!? As if I'm some type of desperate crack whore! I will not be made discarded by my family like I had children out of wedlock!