The people are desperate to know me
But their vanity is so great
They cannot do it
They are afraid
They are afraid that
if they are humble
I will say,
“A-ha. Got you!
I’m in charge now.”
But I am not like that.
That is not real power
It is what fools think power is
To be humble feels like death
And the people are afraid to die
Perhaps I should send them my son
When he dies
they will know me.
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