Best Buds

Tables turned.
Nothing learned.
Fear assassin.
Friends assessing.

Count your blessings.
I'm addressing
To the masses,
The working classes,

From my tower.
I live in terror.
My will to power
From small crop sharer.

Who best suited
To lead the people?
You're all recruited
To climb the steeple.

Once we conquer,
Then we'll squash.
Absolve our rancor.
These hands, we'll wash.

Then I'll tell you
Who we are.
In the mirror
You'll see the scar.

Look behind you.
Pat your back.
They will find you
And attack.

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