The dark lord
He can't stay any longer
The castle he stays
It has become a battle
ground
Large number of people
Carrying the hope of many
Telling the dark lord
“You have to go!”
The hangers on
They want him to stay
Feed him false information
They want the power and
gravy train
They can't live without it
They know how easy to live
Without sweat and tears
Just by a pen and a
contract
The dark lord drowns
On his own sins and
baggage
He grows too arrogant and
deceitful
Blaming the people but
himself
Now he realizes watching
The masses of people
gathering
There is no hope for him
He has to go what else he
want?
The birds of same feathers
Singing their praises to
the dark lord
If only they pay to listen
to the ground
The dice is thrown the
change will come
Bamboo river sings
“Come home to me
I have empty spaces
Enough to fill all of you”
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