Vanity is a shame, the best in town.
His words are garbage, he think he´s blessed.
He is sick, he only loves himself.
His life is misery, but he know it´s gold.
His friends are vultures, he call them loyals.
He made disasters, he called it success.
His mind is empty, his ego is full of ideas.
He think that humility is for losers, his heart it's frozen.
His death is coming, but his mark is immortal.
People look him like a monster, but he´s a god.
He´s fame over demise, he´s filth.
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