The whip cracked
loudly then recoiled
standing alone
I'll build my empire

"you won't be followed"
followed by a sly grin
yellowing teeth not divine in the least
Who is the diabolical one here?

I turned my back
only to be struck again
my prolific years
ended at the last sight of the gates

They all love you
Should they not?
They're all yours
They have forsaken nothing

Doubting existence
even through mirrors
standing alone
I'll build my empire