I am not celebrity
Don't give me titles
Or pressure me in false charity
Let me alone in my courtage humble little
While i hold a break against desperate gaze
From fans and friends from fears
From stage cheers from favour
Sometime sentimental i am natural i share tears
I hate orders with bad odour
Tell me where to find a perfect prince
Show me the price of honor
And upon whom it fit nice
I tell and show you a crown laid down for lives
Crucified for the wrong of all
Whose cross other despise
The stage is a tabernacle of shows
Meant for palace lie
On whom every glory is decorated
Yet destitute of gentle justice
But salvation is beyond saving a single crown
Or wearing false grief for men eyes
More of sacrifice more of frown
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