I've been slapped in the face
spit on with salty saliva
mucus mopped on my morbid face
amidst this
I stand alone
I am all alone
like a barren widow
am avoided
like a leper
my spine aches with fatigue
all day my mind resonates
on desertion and denial
but I rejoice
knowing that not alone
I am not
up in the sky
like the glow of stars
shines my ring
that will restore and rebuild
till then I'll wallow in solitude
and loneliness
when my star shines
my empire shall again stand
and those who slapped me will
fall and beg on their knees
like a king I'll be
surrounded by multitudes
allegiance and loyalty they will
pronounce and forget
the smelly songs sung
to celebrate my mighty fall
then I'll be back
like the Lord
I'll forgive them
for they know not
what they did
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