Pale face bobbing up and down
Pristine lips that speak not a sound
Golden paint your secrets hide
As you roam the room disguised

Show only a haughty, beautiful exterior
And the others shall feel inferior
Fight and deceive your way to power
You are the monarch, all will cower

Coercion is simply another pawn
Another piece of this long con
A tool in your arsenal
As you become more and more bold

But while you abuse and rely on manipulation
So grows a revolution
Snatch away this abusive crown
And we will watch as you fall down
As you drown
Of your renown

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