The
Brutus will hide
Behind
the screen throwing his voice
Behind
the curtains of shadows
Showing
he is the man of principle
Behind
the hue and cry Brutus will strive
Plotting
his move undermining his opponents
In
the shadows of the light
He
will see his chances to survive
Brutus
like hyenas
They
packed in quickly
When
the kill is imminent
They
will not miss the chance
Brutus
will hit hard
When
the iron is hot in his hands
He
isn't going to miss for the world
For
the golden fleece the magic of surviving
The
liar brewing a good feeling
Trap
by his own greed and corruption
He
doesn't see what is coming to him
The
Brutus stands tall the power in his hand
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