UNLESS ITS YOU
He's godlike but somewhat unimpressed
for the robes in which he's dressed
the adoration in which he yearns
Has taken his life in silent turns
his accomplishments are undefeated
But he inherts a throne unseated
He later forges his his lasting bonds
lies below his naked ponds
He wants everything to be taken away
His bareness stripped till what he'll say
is take my pocessions my riches too
I don't want anything unless its you!
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