It's a frightening game
High stakes and merciless blame
Scandals brewing, hatred anewing.
Whom to believe, what has he achieved?
Leak the secrets of your prided country,
You'll be alright if your friends have enough money.
Sharpen your sword, it's the day the crowd decides,
Who shall live and who shall die.
Put your name out there, feed them all your lies-
'Life will be better if on me do you decide.'
I'll give you freedom, but he'll reward you greater tax,
Once you enter this race, no one will relax.
One year, two years, thrice, then four-
Another great battle is yet in store.
Will the dark flourish?
Will the righteous lose?
That all depends on which side you choose.

Politics have a nasty name,
Because this profession is a deadly game.
Money is important, morals thrown aside,
There's always a chance, but most things are a lie.
Choose wisely, be sure the hate you'll get, you can afford,
Because yes, this is a game of the swords.

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