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.