As long as fame and fortune earn
Respect of all mankind,
I must not falter even once
Or chance to fall behind.
Billionaires will know my name
And tongues will keep it bare.
All Hell will reap my evil here
And God my virtue there.
The weak must quake 'neath iron hands;
No staff endures unstrained.
When fools forget to second guess,
A seed may rise unchained.
I don’t regret a single blow
I struck to forge ahead.
Each time I swung my mighty pen,
I left a lamb for dead.
The victor wears the cruelest smile
While puppets dance on strings.
Beyond these straps and padded walls,
The world of pawns and kings.
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