Mountebank
The gifts that I offer
Practical or advised
They will only serve to
Raise your status to lies

Trust not what you've heard of me
For that is no more than my enemy's lies
Vile slander from those jealous of my clout
But surely one such as you can see the truth
My facts may seem little more than fiction
Successes detached from reality
But know that every word is pure
Untruths cannot pass through this maw obscured

Make me a proposal
A small sacrifice
That which you'd scarcely think to live without
Without thinking twice

What is it that you desire most?
To be worshippеd, to be praised or to be fеared?
For there is no power that I cannot grant to you
If there is no price you would not be willing to pay
Make me a proposal
A grand sacrifice
That which you could never live without
Without thinking twice

Your life is ever fleeting
By my benefaction
Why choose to crawl towards death when you could live forever more?

My methods may seem immoral
But worth the cost to be immortal

Don't fear that you may be deceived
Dream instead of your pain's reprieve

Acceptance of what I solicit
Your immolation will suffice
Perhaps I wasn't quite explicit?
I'll leave you cold
So now I turn to slink away
Another victim in my wake
Already I feel my craving growing cold
Growing cold