I am constructing a road to heaven,
To feel the wonderous clouds,
And beg you from the Mighty ones.
The Might may be right,
But the time was wrong.
In the holy court of superiors,
Where justice is pleaded,
I be your lawyer in black,
Fight your case and get my reward
in your form.
Bid farewell to the Might with
ironic laughter,
And bring you back to your right home.


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