We have come to the pinnacle of crisis
As we watch one of two pharaohs rises
Who is going to stall the rising prices?
Are there none others not riddled with vices?
Don't judge the visitors at the plebiscite carrying dices
No choice between magnates with hearts like ices
They have a project and we are their vises
Used like the pieces of timber in a merge of splices
Off to the polls we go to vote or offer sacrifices
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