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Electoral Elixir
I'm losing I'm losing bad, and I always win I'm mad I'm losing to a girl, and that is the number one macho sin You gotta help me out, heard you got a way to turn this thing around The sign says, come to you when in doubt, now what can you do to get me that presidential crown Aah, what doth I to service thee, knowest yon future what the price be? A distressed king's soul render the highest fee Listen you old witch, don't price haggle with me Whatever the cost is, I agree But you gotta move quick, it has to be done fast The polls are plummeting, my campaign's out of gas The cost incurred, ye will surely pay But set thine oath aside, to be visited upon some cloud shrouded day Now ye seek to pilfer power democratically Done in dark guise, as maleficent vessels move in water secretively Now you're talking my talk, but I still don't have the slightest clue What does the boil in the cauldron reveal to you? Does it see me winning, am I victorious at the end of it all? What's the verdict, what's the call?! Yea, yea, the pot with the witches brew doth speak, and the events it portend will surely be of the enticing thine heart seek Drink of the bitter elixir, O my vexed prince; drink of it all, drink of it deep Let not one drop be spilled, or remain hence For the thing ye desire so desperately to hold, in the elixir tis now bound to thine soul Whilst watchful eyes weary, and diligence wax cold For the thing ye greatly desire so desperately to see: As a thief, this election, ye will abscond electorally
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