I've got a devilish need.
That's only satiated by the planet's greed.
Power, real estate and money!
I need them all in a hurry.
I'll **** pillage and sully.
Any mans good fortune for my own.
You won't have any power.
Even when you're full grown.
Because I won the police.
In a poker match among the Rockefeller.
I've taken independence and authority.
Given it a sweet facade.
You'll love the news,
Even you'll be glued.
Stay stunned and stationary.
As we read disingenuously, your obituary.
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