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What cards do they put on the table?

You want to play games well, I’m not playing!

flawed at being able to read what is really on their faces

feeling practiced at living in the lonely places

void soul, cried out eyes and dismayed heart

as a man of peace I should have known the facts from the start

What martyrs do they throw to the lions?

You want to play games well, I’m not playing!

let the action begin, riots of pain and a vacant gaze left drained in a daze

withered nights and days recreate moments trapped in the maze

broken parts with lethal fear of an eternal shackle of time

find another way to live, raze the story line, take another shot, make a rhyme

What heads do they roll into the baskets?

You want to play games well, I’m not playing!        

no question sometimes there is oppression behind the mask of morality

smiles cloak the truth and my insides really hurt from all the brutality

seek scenarios that we need to  try  where contentment doesn't linger in a dim light

I’ll close my eyes and pray a mantra that humanity turns out alright 

Who will be next to be lined up, ready, aim, fire

You want to play games well, I’m not playing!

innocence became consigned to closed a society alienated and isolated

I guess, I still hope there is a chance that we can alleviate and become assimilated

although, it seems that peace, love and harmony remain a mystery

position in your hands on high, will you all say this mantra with me

in genuine halo’s grace

help us to that place
where light desires solace

and we all live in a real dreams embrace

I am not playing!