Just know, You'll be lured, attacked and get trampled, By the ones for whom you sold, Everything to keep them closer, But before you know this wish will be over, And they'll move from your ruins to search for another;
It'd have been still alright, if that shattered wish was the realization of you being used,
But born under the fool's star, you feel guilty for having them lose;
So you pick up your scattered pieces and run after them;
Then there's your family, your daughter and wife, Whose warnings you don't listen nor see their burning compromise;
But you still have the nerve to ask them to adorn the enemy's feet with the rubies of their broken temple;