Highness they call thee
Of what I do not see
To be a part of that deadness
That rearrangement
Simplicity of madness
Choirs of angels beckon me
As I stand amongst the crowd
Who worship thee
Cacophony of brass jingles through the night
As a mirage, you take flight
Wrapped up within your shroud of illusion
Trapped up within your crowd of delusion
If your followers could only see
What a fool will be
Once you slip from your omniscient stance
A trip, stumble and fall
You will lose them all
I will offer my service
For one last dance
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