No need to tell me how to live my life,
I can smell your perfume made of strife,
I can see you live where power is rife.
Funny how you lift a hand with a knife.
I knew you plotting your playful scheme,
put on a false front as someone's A-Team.
For a long time you held on this regime,
and thy life is not blissful as it seem.
Step-up of your feet for each time I fall,
whenever I go down you stand tall,
roll of your ball when you see my life crawl,
and during my reign I can hear your bawl.
You rolled your dice to change unwanted fate,
but can't you see you filled your life with hate?
This life will serve us food with distinct sate,
till we point these green-eyes on...