Memoirs of a Mad Man.
We’re all born in light but the darkness has grown
Now my bites twice as sharp as the bark on my throne
My mind might be bright but it’s a garden of mold
Denying what you buy, it’s like what charlatan’s owe
Believe I’m heaven sent. Sure, cowards usurped us
The only prerequisites were power and purpose
Left them headless men, and dead denizens are worthless
Crimson specks of wetness that I shower the Earth with
The more sour I’m turning, more my power emerges
Now my valiant vows to servants are devoured by urges
Former man of empathy, now homeyness consumes my head
Performances at weddings having orgies with the newlyweds
Not sparing any hymen to prepare this dynasty, since
Benevolence a sober thought ensnared by violent things
Now, a day without some liquor is impaired sobriety
Not scared of my designers, I will share their tyranny.
Aware of Mayan chieftain tombs; their spooky demeanour
The tribe is speaking, booing me, I slew the deceivers
Calls echo. Falsetto. Prove your allegiance.
Rule like Julius Caesar teamed with Nubian leaders
My soul seems exponential like a spokes arrangement
The goal is to restrain them and control the ages.
Tears, blood, and ink combine to soak the pages
Immorality is sought by everyone who won’t attain it.
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