The final run
The battle field decides
The future of the country
It lays in our hands
The Eunuchs try
The last hurray of their lives
The power and money
They craze every time
The black knight eyes tired
The long internal battles take his toll
The knights of his round table
All secretly leaves him alone
Outside the corridor
The running dogs still bark
They never know the bones have gone
It will be empty they wag tails no more
The future of the country
It lays in our hands
We have to take control
There is no second best!
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