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I hold the power,

everything's in my hands.

At the top of my tower,

I make the plans.

Am I benevolent,

will I be nice?

I'm wise like an elephant,

but so cold, like ice.

I won't give you praise,

I won't give you love,

there won't be a pay raise,

from the power above.

I have no soul,

my heart is black,

dark as coal,

and kindness, I lack.

I won't be surprised,

if they decide to revolt.

I will be alive,

as they fill me with jolts.

They let out a cheer,

which will chill me forever;

but at least they are here,

and I brought them together.