Kingmaker’s Throne
I built a house of light and pride,
son Indo stands tall worldwide.
A stage of dreams, where men parade,
With strength and poise, their futures made.
They come with fire in hopeful eyes,
To chase the crown, to claim the skies.
I greet them not with gold or fame,
But whispered dreams and promised name.
I promise stars, and they believe,
With every smile that they achieve.
A job, a crown, a path so wide—
Fate dances on the winning side.
The beauty, power, youth they hold,
Each moment crafted, fierce and bold.
And in the night, beneath the stage,
The fire flickers past the age.
Do they adore the man they see?
Or just the gate to victory?
In games of charm and sweet intent,
Who leads the show, who pays the rent?
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