The Ruler of his Doom
The creator of his Trouble
And the disciple of his Principle.
Workaholic as I address this guy
Immature that even a small work can make him cry
A genius in nature but coward in profession
He was being drown by his very own
He was the guy with a magic touch
He can turn lies into facts
An achiever of his own goal
No one can ever break his throne
But the other side of him
Makes him mean again and again
His feeling kills him and puts him in hell
His weakness blows everytime he feel
Worries become his companion
His mind were being covered with dark intention
Self confidence now turns into cowardness
Because he's afraid of commiting mistakes
His pride must always be proud
Everything he did must be recognize by the crowd
He has this fear that makes him weak
And turns him into being meek
Some say how lucky this guy is
Destiny always make him pleased
He achieve hiw own goal of success
And everyone utters him praise
But no one knows what's his going through
All were just lies and merely untrue
Fearsome guy he is now
Full of doubts that never boast somehow.
He is totally in wreck now
The more he own the more he look frown
He maybe wealthy physically
But sad to say he is poor emotionally
He will be consider as the mighty one
Cannot be rejected by anyone
His wit and glamour makes him true man
But his possession never was his fun
Great pretender now I call him
His being were gradually covered with shame
He got lots of glitz but lose the fame
In chaos and trouble he is now living
Today this guy is totally were out of sight
He now surrender the race of life that he can't fight
A man once called a gladiator
Is now a piece of diamond that cannot be adore
An awesome man now becomes ordinary
A wealthy man now becomes somebody
With pride that he always carry
Hope he will realize someday that life is not that easy
Mister loser now they call him
His belongings vanished together with fame
He lost everything he own
And now living with debts he owe!!!
