You don’t have the right,
To stand there and dictate to us,
Your there to protect, to guide us,
Not steal, break or squash.
Step down from that fools gold throne,
Step into the world with open eyes,
See what it has become
What you’ve created,
Unruly, unjust, ever sinking,
Into the maelstrom of damnation,
This is what you lead,
This is what you breed
Still feel your nation’s glory?
Feel the power between your grip?
Now watch it drain as fingers slip,
No man shall lead me,
No man dominate me,
I have but one law,
But one rule, you see.
That rule, the rule of Three.
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