When you think you are the greatest civilisation on earth
When you think you are where history, itself, took birth
When you think the entire world should know what you are worth
The pictograms of the future leave you convicted of paydirt
I can see you think you have a historic right to grab sea and land
I can see that you want to impose your suzerainty by a hefty hand
That there should be none left to oppose, counter or withstand
this spreading mosaic of power that everyone better understand
But you must see, me, God’s wisdom of justice is a sublime mist
The wheel of fortune brings dominion, but freedom is no heist
There is a deep that snatches; me, God, is unwilling to bless that shower
If your victory is what is begotten; your power will only taste sour!
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