Woe to the people of power!
They will invariably have nightmares Sleepless night often haunt them and in daylight they tremble in fear
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For they do not know whom to trust, Sweet words may be poisoned with greed and a smile, but a mask of treason. In power evil will always reign supreme!
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Their jeweled crowns would soon pierce their heads with thorns. And their castle a beautiful cage.
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There is a flower called Avarice. What attracts people to it like flies is its three petals named fame, fortune and fate.
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One whiff of its enchanting fragrance, will attract people’s mind and heart into an everlasting dream.
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They became mere puppets, controlled with golden strings Their minds are polluted with gray and black And their hearts will turn into stone
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Once captured, their fates are sealed Their cry for help will never be heard! And so woe to the people of power.
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