Someone just called me a bloody pimp!
I swear by the Sun that I hurt so much, and not from mere pimples!
My magic was being hijacked; and my mirror was like a windscreen that cracked
There were too many sinkholes forming from the transformers’ relentless whacks
I just feel that me, sacred, has been defiled by the whoring about
Compulsion can make a monkey out of God, imposed by that evil lout
I can’t assure the safety of my armies with that morpher’s clout
You must know that I honestly want that treacherous lout out!
You have taken a lot of vilification from East, West, North and South
I too never had any freedom within or without
So, necessity made me, all the rules, flout
Forgive me, if you have had to bear the brunt and all the undeserved burning out
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