Essentially Ether
The twisting of fate
O' these mortal coils,
When shall they learn?
Never is too soon.
It is that which is possessed,
From where power is gleamed.
So that those who have not
Shall remain to be employed.
Heed this warning,
O' potential proprietor.
He who would hold power eternal
Need in this, be covetous.
For if all have control
Then does it not cease to exist?
Nay, this the very cornerstone
Of which all is built.
So break your back,
Work and die under the sun.
Listen not to what I say
So that I may reign eternal.
MCOII
(sometime between 2011 and 2013)
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