Agony Behold the Ruler
A man of untouchable reason
A man of wealth and pride
Slips away in misery
To lead a lonely life
From his great zenith
A chair perched high atop his regime
A king ponders his glory
As his love slips away
For in the eye of power
A soul is often sold
To control a frightened country
Though the truth shall lie untold
And still this man of weary love
Searching deep inside
Shall one day find
The sacred key
To unlock what's left inside
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