Having worn out your welcome under your own name
You stumbled on the perfect sleight of hand
Pulled from the secret treasure of Templars
You use the decapitated head of the prophet as a puppet
To twist his words into a proof confirming your bias
You hide behind his persona as if a mask
In order to puke out your personal agenda
And promote your own ego-stroking pet projects
like a priest of ancient Egypt shouting into a funnel
To echo through the temple you conspire to fool people
Into accepting your self-serving pronouncements
Words have real meanings so you chose them carefully
Intent on mixing a new potion to turn gold into lead
Misleading and manipulative, you manage to fool many
But there are some somewhere that see through you
And can resist your subterfuge and glory seeking
Usurpation is your middle name
Self and promotion are the first and last
But the pyramid isn’t where you’ll be buried
And the hieroglyphics of your real name will fade
All your hard fought narcissism and sociopathy
Forgotten by everyone and not recorded in history