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In the deepest void there lay a city wrapped in gold

Where the strong were selling worlds, the weak were to be sold

Precious metals glinted like a beacon in the night

And kept the crumbling bricks below hidden out of sight

In the city's gleam there loomed a warship drawing near

Illuminating solemn verses carved upon its side

A lust for retribution blinded all who sailed within

Craving blood and victory and vengeance long denied

All eaten up by ego and by greed

Fought fire with fire with hunger hard to sate

Not even as a king will you be free

You’ve risen to become the thing you hate

All eaten up by ego and by greed

Fought fire with fire till all in ashes lies

Not even as a king will you be free

You’ve risen to become what you despise

The ramparts and the gilded gates took little time to fall

Thin tinsel could not hold together crumbling, rotting walls

The streets were flooded with the blood – rejoice and sing

The King was dead. Long live the King