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Here I stand,

Lord of the kingdom from the farthest lands.

I ruled all my people with an iron hand.

Some things I let stand but most things I banned.

I am the man that they used to fear.

I wiped out families and towns,

But never shed a single tear.

Here I stand,

Testimony to Machiavelli’s great mistake.

I dictate their fate but they hate the ground I walk on.

I knew I was despised but never ceased to walk on.

I was a despotic tyrant who only loved himself.

And what did I do with my people’s wealth?

Instead of going out and buying all my people bread,

I scavenged for enough gold and silver to fill my head.

Here I stand,

I proclaim that from hither,

I set all my people free.

As my ancient tan skins begins to wither.

And my condition begins to deteriorate.

I hear the shouts:

Our great king is about to abdicate.

For years, this day they used to anticipate.

I am returning your right to participate.

The rights I’m granting, don’t take for granted.

Here I stand,

I proclaim that my name is no longer royalty.

And I expect nobody to show me loyalty.

They loathe me,

They hate me more cuz they’re the ones that chose me.

I promised them the world to get on that throne.

They protested, contested my right to rule for life.

It’s either you rule mine or I rule your life.

I threw in jail those who dared to question me.

Only the king has the right to question.

And I tortured my people to teach them lessons.

Slowly but surely, all dissent began to lessen.

Here I stand,

The man that ordered the death of a thousand men.

My swords did the work, but I never saw their faces.

I dumped bodies in the river so there would be no traces.

And I am upset, I do regret.

I let power consume me.

I let the devil abuse me.

But to blame others is a great mistake.

I chose my mistakes and they chose my fate.

Here I stand,

But I can’t for long.

I feel real weak like my bones are breaking off.

So long sad world, a leader is taking off.

Carve my name in my gravestone,

Show my body more respect than I showed your own.

I know my people are destined to see great things,

Be great things.

But don’t let mean kings mistreat your things.

I gave you back your wings, now start to sing.

 
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