these words they are just what they're meant to be
for thee, whatever needs they serve to stir thy breast
for me, a trail of crumbs of bread to guide me home again
for thee, portents of mortal threat toward all you hold as holy
for me, a clever way of marketing my wares for daily sustenance
this game of life was well in play long before the rules were written
the vital stuff of legend, conquest, gods and demons has held it's sway
throughout those many days afore the minstrel or the poet took to pen
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