He wants to fix his mistakes, After what she had to go through? Don’t think it’ll end well for you. You maybe feeling all righteous doing it, You took the one thing she cared about, Her baby.
The Tyrant has no family, no friends, no country; only slaves, chained in his wake. To his fellows he asks, ‘of what use are you to me?’ Those who love him are his subjects, for the Tyrant accepts only worship or fear.
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He wants to fix his mistakes, After what she had to go through? Don’t think it’ll end well for you. You maybe feeling all righteous doing it, You took the one thing she cared about, Her baby.
The Tyrant has no family, no friends, no country; only slaves, chained in his wake. To his fellows he asks, ‘of what use are you to me?’ Those who love him are his subjects, for the Tyrant accepts only worship or fear.