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Cool but cruel is what you are

After three years, everything changed

You came in my lonely days

Love speaks but can fall apart

You say those words so crazy

It becomes very usual

I write these odes so silly

This becomes very casual

No, I can't get mad at you

You make my true self get loose

So, just keep on what you're doing

'Cause baby, you got me trending

All those words you told me

I hear them in my ears

All the things you brought me

They all are written here

Rising like a rocket

Shining like a bright star

Oozing fire like a jet

Popping out of the jar

Oh, baby this feels so good

You got me leading

So, baby please continue 

What you do to me

And if you dare stop

You'll make my heart pop

I may paint  something cruel

After that we'll be cool

Mourning for a loss long gone,
The shadows collect dust.
While progress stagnates a nation;
Holding its breath under water,
Too afraid to rise and inhale,
They’re going under.

No circumstances can revoke the true calling,
Born to power, though none have fared to be the example.
A pedestal crumbling at its very foundation,
Old world opinion dressed in new linen.
The pirates and plunderers are now completely grounded,
With man-made rules trapping their exploitations.

No facts will remain, but the scandal’s a winner,
No need for the lynching when there’s a trial by media.
Watch the fall of an empire by satellite,
With a television screen and blotted rag paper.