The last time out, you ran the court
The game you played was for the power
Lies counted as scores in hateful support
As you looked for truth to devour
The great pretender, thinking you had the power
You heard the truth but spread the lies
Proof of wrong brings silence hour after hour
Still you played on the court you so despise
The lies you told were weak and full of strife
Opposed to truth and what is right
Pilfering, plundering the truth out of life
While you continued the game in utter delight
My dear older brother, an enemy near
I pray this game ends some day soon
Continuing down this road I fear
Will bring only pain to you, a buffoon
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