Don't kid yourself. You're only dancing to the yank of strings until they form a noose around your neck. There is no profit in gaining the world if you lose your soul in the process. Idle in a life dangling from a fraying thread, to be tethered or to be severed. You have a tongue for overripe embellishment and you give it false to gain advantage. Stir the grass, startle the snake. When the serpent rears its head to strike, cut it off or succumb to its venom.
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