Look, See Your Dreams For What They Are

Reethed in glory

 

The man rises

 

To face cheering crouds.

 

Full of greedy faces

 

Hungry and waiting

 

Like wolves.

 

Praised and worshipped

 

The empty man

 

Almost devoured.

 

He came to power

 

And his soul was eaten

 

His life was driven from his heart

 

Fame.

 

Gold.

 

Power.

 

Cost more than they're worth

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