I am the wisest in all the land,
You are but a fool.
I am the master of a great work,
And you are but a tool.
I hold the strings so tightly that,
You move at once to my will,
The power that I impose on you,
It gives me quite the thrill.
And I won't ever relinquish it,
In fact, I'll use it more,
Until I find the amount of force,
That you just can't endure.
And I will take such pleasure in,
You falling to your knees.
And not relent at all, even when,
You beg me pretty please.
And fully at my mercy,
I will offer no balm for pain,
And then I will find another fool,
And do it all over again.