The One

Gaze at the stars With the cosmic privilege, this planet shall be ours Groom their brains Eradicate the notion of all but your own gains Make the mould With acts of inhumanity and stories yet untold Give no ease Through constant fear-mongering and agents of disease Raise up to the skies Develop a religion on the throne of lies Where everybody dies Start your grand campaign Promise all the change yet keep everything the same Then start it all again Address the herd, ecstatically In your nascent reign Like a roving vagabond Rambling with no aim Disarray — is the only given way To keep you safe in power For yet another day Mend their scars For it is a grand privilege to keep the realm from harms Fan the flame Of hatred towards anyone who smears your holy name Declare a war On freedom, self-identity and independent thought Heed the horde Savour the bewilderment and choirs of discord Express your care, dramatically For all those who abstain But remind them, equally That you're here to remain Now you've captured everyone, between the love and fear A glimpse of your face is what they all hold dear You are now their everything, their family and friend They will follow, loyally, even when they're dead Your tight rule is recognised as a work of art Anyone who disagrees will quickly depart You are the most eloquent, so deep and so profound When the cycle is complete, go start another round