The world of the last Man’s standing!

I am not sad nor lonely.
I am the world
The world of the last man’s standing.

They may corrupt the honour,
But never a dignity

Dignity is a carved gem in my heart
If they want to take that away,
They may reach to my heart first.

When one sits on the throne of judgement,
to see the world of imperfections against their perfection;

that throne is made of cloud!

That illusion will end once the wind of truth is blowed.