Speak softly, but carry a big stick.
Shake with your right hand, but hold a rock in your left.
Always be cold, and never trust quick,
and you will ever be protected from the ultimate theft.
Those who gaze upon you with envious eyes
seeking to take what's your with their infinite webs of lies.
Hold them back or fall, the choice is your own,
But no matter what you choose, you must still stand alone.
There is no solace, above or below,
no god ever waiting to bid you hello.
There is only us, in our vain quests for power,
all just to see who can stand atop the highest tower.
For those who truly play this game, there is no end,
no peaceful period for one to mend.
The only escape is death, and at the end of it all,
there will always be those happy just to see you fall.
