Playing For Survival
A twisted tongue tells the sweetest tale
To paint a picture of worthy alliance
Declaring a cat fit to wear a dog's tail
Forging illusions as a real form of existence
A man only owns what he can make his
Every painter would paint what his mind sees
In a world where men play for wealth or fame
Playing for survival should remain your wisest game
Shape your nature to suit men's taste
Appearing to each to appeal his state
In Rome be a Roman and in Jarusalem a Jew
Let every culture and religion be a replica of you
To the deceiver be crooked and to the noble be fit
To the foolish speak folly and to the wise give wit
Party with the merry and with the mourner grief
For every man is bought first by his belief
To whom power is due should your honour be given
Yet in his slumber,awake and let such honour be taken
Massage men's ego and feed their pride
Gain both their trust and vulnerability alike
Welcome them with friendship and capture their minds
And in their state of oblivion then must you strike !
For what defines betrayal if done by a foe?
Be a many faced creature, men's strength, men's woe!
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