the ottoman

Authoring confusion as the architect of my infirmities.
I become Emperor Valerian.
O, hail king Shapur!
The catalyst of my metamorphoses from Roman to Ottoman.
Humiliation by your foot every time it steps on my back.
The most powerful man in the world becomes a slave to your might.
A negative correlation between my functionality and your interest; once discarded, I am tied down until the precious metal you poured into my mouth congeals in my esophagus.
Suffocation by gold, my lungs explode.
Long live King Shapur!
Long live the demise of Valerian.