Because a lot don't want to
The world fits nicely to them
Why would you even change
A world that caters to you
But the balance has been too rough
That a tip is required
It may come sooner in our lifetime
That these bastards pay
Soon the tower where they all stand
And their golden thrones
Will melt and reform
For the people to have more
What they have now
Is never eternal
The people will ask for payment
Debts will be paid
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