You should have known
That I am bad.
You poor little thing-
You’re born to be sad.
I played my game
Without a tad of shame.
But you threw away
Your precious name.
Life is not a story
With a good old fairy
Who cures all your pains
And even those ugly stains.
I don’t mind
To be a little unkind
To jolly good fools
Who don’t know the rules.
I will rule the world
And by all be extolled
While you will lie in fears
And cry your worthless tears.
It is true my friend
That one must pretend
To reach the summit,
To succeed in the end.
They will call me a hero
And nobody will remember you
And to reach that status
I can trample hundreds like you.
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