Maquiavel

In a shadowed room, the whispers call,
Power's a game, we rise or fall.
With cunning eyes and a steady hand,
We play the cards, make our stand.
Oh, Machiavelli, teach me the way,
In a world of kings where the loyal betray.
Strategy's a dance, a chessboard's embrace,
In the art of the throne, we find our place.
Every smile hides a sharpened blade,
Trust is a luxury, easily betrayed.
With fortune's wheel, we spin the fate,
In the name of peace, we negotiate.
Oh, Machiavelli, teach me the way,
In a world of kings where the loyal betray.
Strategy's a dance, a chessboard's embrace,
In the art of the throne, we find our place.
The end justifies the means, they say,
In the shadows, we weave our play.
A puppet's strings, a marionette,
In this game of life, we won’t forget.
Oh, Machiavelli, teach me the way,
In a world of kings where the loyal betray.
Strategy's a dance, a chessboard's embrace,
In the art of the throne, we find our place.
So raise a glass to the cunning and bold,
In this tapestry of power, stories unfold.
With every choice, we carve our fate,
In the heart of the game, we create our state.