well, go on ahead
look at yourself in the mirror
I now bestow on you
Power
Money
but just a little too much
isn't that a Phraoh
all mighty
all powerful
he claims himself God!
his thoughts kills people
never mind all the food and glory
his eyes carries flames
all 7 colors of them
never mind love and mercy
his mouth brings victories
never mind wars we never fought
his breath brings life
never mind poisons and plagues
worship him
for you'll never find nobility
praise him
you bedroom will be made of gold
but you never can turn back
when your faces turned black
for I bestow on you
the poorest in heart
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