I am the beloved, I dance upon your rules
I tell the law to shove it, they were made for fools
I'm on a cloud above it, I use my own tools
On my thrown I love it, I use you as foot stools
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Got to come to an end at some point surely.
They do say power corrupts, and this guy is as corrupt as hell.
Thanks Paul for the read and comment it is again most appreciated
Power creates it's own ego. Excellent my dear sorrenbarret 🌹
Thank you my friend for the review and kind words of support they are deeply appreciated
Unbridled hubris always ends in tragedy...
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