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You can roll the dice
Or play the cards
Move the pieces
Or connect the dots
But there’ll always be someone better than you;
Someone better at playing the game than you
They’ll target your weakness
And aim and shoot,
They’ll feed on your helplessness
Your truth they’ll refute
Like a hunter’s trap set in the forest
Carefully laid out with leaves and twigs,
You don’t realise the depth of the pit,
Until you’ve fallen down into it
Like a Venus Flytrap that lures and captures
They’ll deceive you until it’s too late
Like a spider’s web, delicate and complex
They’ll spin and weave lies, trying to decide your fate
They are mind freaks, they mess with your head
Playing mind games like it’s their butter and bread
They love the power that comes from exploiting the weak
They think they can hide and that you can’t seek
Cunning like a fox, under sheepskin,
They’ll make you believe their plots and tricks
But then one day you realise their game is up
And that, like the boy who cried wolf,
They’ll eventually be caught! |
