So cold and so alone,
Perched upon my throne.
No one to relate to now,
Nobody to tell me how.
The crowned king of nowhere,
And my people do not care.
Though on my throne I sit,
I'm ruling over shit.
I rot and I decay,
But ev'ryone think I am okay.
Don't leave me, please.
This power disease,
The need for more,
Is at my core.
Battle is won, claim their land,
Their leader left weeping on the sand.
Stand up, sit down, salute to me,
I rule with an iron fist, you see.
I have enough but I want more.
If you must leave, then close the door.
I'll grovel at your feet for you to not to go,
You'll grovel at mine to keep your life, though.
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