Where did my peace go?

I spent so long building this castle in the marsh, stone after gleaming stone, that I had almost forgotten that I would never be able to dwell within. I had piled wish upon hope praying that God would grant strength to the building that could never stand.

"Do not build upon cursed soil," they had said.

"You know not of what you speak," I replied in my vanity. "I will build spires and minarets of the finest stone with banners of violet and gilt that shines richly as the sun.

All for naught.

The land is cursed and now my kingdom is barren.

Take care where you lay your seed.

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