Royalty
My Blade, My Throne
I have slaughtered pigs in the palace for four years; wherever my axe struck, none survived.
With every pig I killed, I recited “Amitabha.”
My skilled butchering caught the attention of the Prince, who took me as his trusted aide.
I became the deadly butcher’s knife; he became the executioner who wielded it.
Killing and beheading – “Amitabha”; burying them on the spot – “well done, well done.”
