Darth
Vader will return
In
another form in another party
Branding
himself to sit on the throne
The
roar of the bad may come
Through
the work of Judas Iscariot
The
golds on his palm shining bright
Capturing
his eyes and mind
The
hawk finally succumbs
The
greedy of power
The
way of lies and deceit
Working
quietly hardly making noise
Finally
he takes flight
The
spread of his wings
Flapping
with the wind
Judas
Iscariot hardly smile
Though
he feels the power in his soul
Ahead
he sees the stars
He
is also afraid of his sins
Increasing
his loads over his head
The
cortisol may finish his soul
The
hawk will not let the 11 fishes swim away
They
are in his wings and claws to stay
Wait
for the day he will decide to dish them
They
have served their meals and so be it
Darth
Vader holds the reign
He
will wait for his turn to take
The
bad leaders have locked in
In
the hole of the power wheel
Judas
Iscariot?
He
may find himself swinging in the air
He
can't find his bearing right or wrong
He
has been cooked all along
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