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I built my life up like an empire
But with great, here comes the fire
My life with gold became enthralled,
My regents, my subjects become appalled.
The fire destroys everything I've built,
Leaving nothing but this searing guilt.
But the worst part is, I feel no shame,
Until my subjects curse my name.
My guile rises when they accuse me of evil,
I wish I could use my sheer mind-will.
To break my curse of evil and malice,
I wish I had never drank from that golden chalice.
An addict I've become, but with hope I've seen
But without cause, you'd see what I mean.
My indiscretion lies hidden behind my face,
But without it, my people would show no grace.
But just like a snap, the truth flows forth
The news that makes the geese fly north.
My secrets, like a fountain, are spilling
And now my subjects and regents chilling.
But the subjects I trusted would not be trusting,
Were in fact forgiving, that aspect busting.
We talked it out, they gave me leave
But the guilt given to me breached its eve.
They say relapse is a part of healing,
But for me, it was a crutch for dealing.
I go back to my lust for gold and power
Forgetting the future, for the pain of the hour.
Now I lie, a plateau reached,
My conscience and well-being breached.
But I write this as a caution, if you will, a warning,
As an addict last night, as a new man this morning.
Life is for grabbing, and most of all, living,
My will and all, I should be giving.
To leave that God-forsaken place,
For the sunlight to yet again fall on my face.
No pit is deep enough to be inescapable,
Every single person is completely capable,
To turn their aim from iniquities and strife,
Back to the goodness of their beautiful life.
But with great, here comes the fire
My life with gold became enthralled,
My regents, my subjects become appalled.
The fire destroys everything I've built,
Leaving nothing but this searing guilt.
But the worst part is, I feel no shame,
Until my subjects curse my name.
My guile rises when they accuse me of evil,
I wish I could use my sheer mind-will.
To break my curse of evil and malice,
I wish I had never drank from that golden chalice.
An addict I've become, but with hope I've seen
But without cause, you'd see what I mean.
My indiscretion lies hidden behind my face,
But without it, my people would show no grace.
But just like a snap, the truth flows forth
The news that makes the geese fly north.
My secrets, like a fountain, are spilling
And now my subjects and regents chilling.
But the subjects I trusted would not be trusting,
Were in fact forgiving, that aspect busting.
We talked it out, they gave me leave
But the guilt given to me breached its eve.
They say relapse is a part of healing,
But for me, it was a crutch for dealing.
I go back to my lust for gold and power
Forgetting the future, for the pain of the hour.
Now I lie, a plateau reached,
My conscience and well-being breached.
But I write this as a caution, if you will, a warning,
As an addict last night, as a new man this morning.
Life is for grabbing, and most of all, living,
My will and all, I should be giving.
To leave that God-forsaken place,
For the sunlight to yet again fall on my face.
No pit is deep enough to be inescapable,
Every single person is completely capable,
To turn their aim from iniquities and strife,
Back to the goodness of their beautiful life.
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Thus starts the unending wave of TOP
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