Always the hero
In my own story
I craft greater states
Just to bask in the glory
Of having fed millions
Or starved them the same
I enslave nations just
To preserve my surname
For I came, saw and conquered
Laid claim with a stroke
Of the sword or the pen
Lesser men I have smote
From the history
Victory mine
For all time  
With my sickle, the tithe
I deflower your bride
With my hammer
Devise
Revolutions worldwide

Be they Soviet winters
Or Yankee free trades
Be they fascism cinder’s
Unholy crusades
They all circle back to
Me on top of the graves
To parades in my honor
Yet at your expense
I dispense with fair housing
And build tenements
Whilst enriching my vassals
My castle secured
With a horde of war dogs
At my beck and call
Forge
The steel bent to my will
The wheel spinning the mill
The drill rigging the bill
Becomes law
I instill

In your progeny
Serving me
My private property
Simply livestock market
Panic posterity
Feeding my Titanic
Furnace of industry
Making my products,
My profits, my brand
Stamped upon its collection
Of serfs I command,
Posted signs propagating
Updated newsstand
Bought and sold
By my no more gold standard
Stronghold
Growing old
I suppose
But foreclosing
Still now
So submit to
Depend on me,
Bend the knee,
Bow