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!