The King

I thought the world was a wonderful place,
Now i realized i judged at a glance.
The world is a game,
We have a aim.
Hoping to have it our way,
We will continue to play.
I find this game very amusing,
Fates waiting to see who comes out as the king.
Make way for me,
As i'll be the world's king.

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