Macbeth
A herald told such a prophecy
His future was described consistently
He was rapt by the words said
Like candy filling a kids head
To be king was his desire
That's when the world was engulfed by fire
Malevolence thoughts filled his head
Before he knew it his hands were stained red
With the blood of men following him to his grave
To supernatural forces he became a slave
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