Sometimes I feel that I cannot predict
Who will reign and who will fall in the spring.
I can’t believe I was the one they picked.
Who knows what sort of danger I will bring.
I use my power for the evil good,
And life the burden that they carry high.
Listen, sometimes I am misunderstood;
the knowledge of peace is what I supply.
Please tell me something that I can believe
Because I have a sense of what you’ve done.
Fight against me and you will not achieve
The power of the grand and central sun.
So come to me and I will help you out
And in the end, to me you’ll be devout.
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