Shrouded in corruption
Your very life
And your very lifestyle.
And you are not at all
Interested in the development
Of the land and culture.
You, yourself is not in stable,
Your life itself is horrible,
It is our bad luck you are there
On the throne and
Kept all in freeze
All our progress cable.
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