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Gaze at the stars

With the cosmic privilege, this planet shall be ours

Groom their brains

Eradicate the notion of all but your own gains

Make the mould

With acts of inhumanity and stories yet untold

Give no ease

Through constant fear-mongering and agents of disease

Raise up to the skies

Develop a religion on the throne of lies

Where everybody dies

Start your grand campaign

Promise all the change yet keep everything the same

Then start it all again

Address the herd, ecstatically

In your nascent reign

Like a roving vagabond

Rambling with no aim

Disarray — is the only given way

To keep you safe in power

For yet another day

Mend their scars

For it is a grand privilege to keep the realm from harms

Fan the flame

Of hatred towards anyone who smears your holy name

Declare a war

On freedom, self-identity and independent thought

Heed the horde

Savour the bewilderment and choirs of discord

Express your care, dramatically

For all those who abstain

But remind them, equally

That you′re here to remain

Now you've captured everyone, between the love and fear

A glimpse of your face is what they all hold dear

You are now their everything, their family and friend

They will follow, loyally, even when they′re dead

Your tight rule is recognised as a work of art

Anyone who disagrees will quickly depart

You are the most eloquent, so deep and so profound

When the cycle is complete, go start another round