putrajaya
I don’t want to go
I see the glitter in my eyes
I am living it for so long
Now it seems I should go
The Dark Hill speaks
The voices of the warlords crack
Mouthing out expletives
I can’t take it any more
I have tried to share
The spoils of the land
Giving out projects
It isn’t enough to make me glow
I have to go
The Brutus in the party
Carving swords sharp edges glints
I have seen them
I can’t take it any more
I don’t want to go
Now look at me rushing to finish it off
My projects still on my plate
I only say to save my face
Now my time is near
I look around at the Dark Hill
Smell the mint of power
I have to leave behind
Go home rear my goats
And watch the world goes by
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