Strong, standing among the weak,
You showed them a way to their knees,
Empty but productive for you,
Relabelling the old as new.

The congregation of the Elite,
Standing tall on your feet,
Watching the weak grovel on their knees
Tell me again you do not deceive.

Mocking, praying, remembering the days,
Those where you didn’t worry about your ways,
A Shepard of wolves,
Built your flock to take your fall.

The separation of the Elite,
No longer standing on your feet,
Grovelling on your pure knees,
Tell me again what it is you believe.

The trap, you pray,
You have fell for your own way,
Weak and lead astray,
When the wolf becomes the sheep.

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