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Woe is me that has lost my reputation.

I have sullied my good name with my own immoralities.

I have desecrated my image and my legacy will forever be bestial.

I have impeached my place on the throne and excommunicated my standing on the pulpit.

I, that was once loved, will forever be hated.

I, that was once found in the fondness of others hearts, will now be lost to the lust of the world.

Reputation Reputation Reputation

Woe to you that has lost your reputation.

Your name that was once ordained with hearty champagne is now soaked with flthy rum.

Your image that was once that of a lion is now the hyena of the land.

You’ve forfeited your legacy and left it to be eaten by vultures.

Your crown is shattered and you have become a stranger in the eyes of the church.

The love you once knew is nothing to the hatred coming your way.

Oh you Prodigal Son, fondness can never fnd you in a place meant for the lost.

Reputation Reputation Reputation

Woe is you who have lost your reputation.

Woe to you who have banked your lottery on this false imposition

Woe to you that has lost what was never really deserved.

Your time is up.

Your mask has fallen and your true face has emerged.

For you are no exemption to the law of life.

There is no iniquity that you could have partaken in that was not going to be revealed.

There is nothing you can do in the darkness that will not be shown in the light.

For what you do in the back where no one can see, will be shown in the front where everyone will catch a glimpse.