The Nature of the Game

Nature Of The Game

The nature of the game is that
Even when your kingdom
Is established in great power and
Might and your wisdom is
A great roaring fire

That even though you have many men Who are willing to die for you and Live For a great and noble cause in your name the nature of the existence Is Nothing is guaranteed Except Transition

The tall pine falls and the mighty Mountains crumble

The roaring of the sea is not always Such for even one day it's power will Leave it the river that brings life dries Up for a time

So Endurance is a crucial weapon to Wage Battle with the ups and downs Of your Endeavors through the ages of Astonishment and seasons of somber

For the giants are plenty and the pits Are deep so man's resolve must be a Reflection As deep as the sea

In the frame of seeking a blissful state Of living
Brutal determination is pivotal in Allowing one to perform on a stage Sharing their most well endowed gifts

The nature of man is to seek a higher Summit each time he reaches a new Peak the nature of man is to want to Keep moving in as a momentous Manner taking with him the riches of All his experiences

Wearing them as an exquisite robe of Grandeur
Showing in presence and all actions

Yet even the General in all his might
Feels the sadness of the night
Though he has much there
Is much to be filled

Success brings the wish of death from
The foes that smiles as friends

The viciousness of man is shown in His stirrings as the law of the jungle Overrides the way of righteousness

For The nature of the enemy
Is an unquenchable thirst for the drink Of success

The nature of the game is you must Keep your self at peace with this Notion your relationships status and Possessions are always flowers
That can be trampled

Yet one's wealth of wisdom the royalty Of their respect
And the life of the spirit are the pillars That never fade they never crumble lasting for all eternity

Sustaining man in his most dreadful Straights
The rules of the game have been laid Out for generations

Failure to adhere will leave one blowing as dust in the wind
Rather than the oak that stands in all Its splendor



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Boagni
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