The Sword of Damocles is such a bullshit story anyway.
"Hey Damocles, wanna know what it's like to be king? Well, just sit here on my throne, and I'll hang this 10 pound, razor-sharp sword over your head with a flimsy thread! See? Really scary, isn't it! That's what I have to live with all the time because I'm so awesomely rich and powerful. A fucking scimitar that'll literally split my skull at any moment. Boom, dead! Just like that. I have tons of gold, a huge palace, a harem overflowing with gorgeous women, legions of highly-trained soldiers at my command, but it could all end suddenly because of this stupid sword hanging up here by a thread thinner than my old Nan's hair! What? Well, no, I don't actually keep this sword over my throne all the time. Okay, okay, it's never up there, but the idea's the same. More of a metaphor kind of thing. Y'know, me not knowing when something bad's gonna happen to me. What do you mean, 'That's true for everybody'? GUARDS, ESCORT THIS PEASANT TO THE DUNGEON!"