Adulation of the Majestic
Feeling the hurt, you help the flame,
Help to think of others, for the blame.
They are right, you agree,
Nothing more, can you see.
Summoning you to court, announced as slave,
Imperial supremacy; acceptance you crave
Waiting for a regal hand;
Fretting anxiously, as you stand.
You worship, you praise,
It's not just a phase,
Your back bends, and head goes down
To nothing but a paper crown.