Power
The office of power
Open to men willing to climb up the ladder
But what's the ladder
The ladder is fear and choice
Most take fear because choice looks too cheap
Men through this have gained the mastery of a Hitler
Promoting ignorance and hunger as a means to control the masses
But who is boss?
The boss is the one that own time
Who own time?
The one we have never seen!
Life is a bus and we are the passengers
The journey is only as beautiful as the quality of our love
What is power?
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