There is no alternative to my trumpeting
I flew across the continents with the MAGnificent
where the West seemed like a limbo of propagandists
And I still had orange hair caught in my fingers
from a silent caressing. Do you know everyone
thought we were defeated, how they tried;
and how they cried thereafter for their unseemly evil.
You think thieves can get away, when they have
the intention of committing burglary for eternity
after defrauding virtuosity. An eventuality can never
be written off, I just don’t fancy the purgation of righteousness
because they make their so-called good believable.
We know the stats of their honesty only braces to meet
the public eye. Oh! how anarchy is created where it
doesn’t deserve to be; and those that deserve the rebellion
go scotfree. What is democracy answerable to? Are the
TV stations calling the honest mavericks mad; and the lunatics wise?
You can take CNN and place it on the moon where it belongs.
Media magnates should face scrutiny, not my Kings. I know
all that I love; they will always be mine. No matter if treachery
compels me to disown what is mine!
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