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Cynical art of lying, formidable use for the climb

Once on the top of the enterprise you can start compartmentalizing

The proper proof for the profit, the bluff that blew up the pen

You don't get to rule over Zion without a bruise on your skin

Identity sinking is surely kin to becoming king

If you cling to the crown and can't control the crowd power shrinks

Clouds and towers collapsing drowning in coward's blood and ink

From poems of those who paused and glimpsed

Enormous forts fall in a blink

Thought so

Said the wise from their tombs as they saw

The plight of mistruthing implode