The Proclaimer sits on the golden throne
Speech prepared while waiting in the neutral zone
Order given to the captain
The one who knows how to make things happen
Hesitating for a moment to ensure a good bargain
Relentless deal consumes me yet again
The ignored prophets become restless
Old instructions have become useless
As The Others continue to march, ignoring their senses
The new energy captivates the crowd
Ready for change, they start to get loud
But the captain ignores the response
Concerned more with increasing his lot
Discouraged voices sprinkle around, realizing who's really on top
An order is made to silence the critical voices
Only the elites are allowed to have choices
The Army of Forgottens bemoans the decision
Their once proud fight turns into indecision
The Proclaimer smiles at the continued chaos
Happy his rule continues over us

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