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The tv was showing Grey’s Anatomy yesterday and there’s a patient with some rare illness/disease sitting on the operating chair with all the medical officers and doctors surrounded him. The senior doctor was discussing and teaching them with a real live sick patient. What should you do when things like this happen? What was the cause for this to happen? The questions goes on….

I suddenly remembered the day when I was sitting in front of a bunch of student doctors with my jaw dangling, tongue sticking out like a dog, sliver dripping like babies….. I gave permission for them to use me as a case study for the medical studies. The doctor was putting archbar into my mouth and the students were taking pictures of the procedure and my mouth.

Its gonna be a year this Friday since the great fall.

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
“Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can’t explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh