Beneath your glimmering exterior Is a heart made of the darkest coal Behind your beguiling eyes and smile Is your ulterior and conniving goal
The lofty throne of lies that you sit on May cast a shadow long and deep But your disciples aren’t blind to the atrocities Yet they continue to cower at your feet
But until the day comes when They shatter your crown They ignite your castle And they bring you down
You’ll sit atop your contrived legacy And continue to bask in your own majesty.