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Chorus of Vipers


A woman came into a good space
She seemed quiet, unsure of herself…

Today, the woman has a bone to pick
She has quite a nasty tick
Ideas galore, upmanship is the play
Forming alliances she paves the way

Groups of discord on the cards
No care of the ramifications or the unkind barbs
The woman wants her pot of gold
Pooh-poohing the reasons of the simple code

The woman has the beast on her side
Groups enticed, join her with pride
Eventually, the group will fall
For now, they seem to be on the ball

The woman and her group of misfits stage a coup
The Innocent walked into their den without a clue
No underhand tricks did the Innocent use
The group was equipped, sowed their seed
The gang of evildoers has no care for simple math
They have created their own tone, a frenzied pact

Objectives clear, battle lines drawn
Any method suffices they say
Remove the Innocent is the only way
Explanations and reasons do not matter
The remains - a crazed glaze with unkempt chatter

The woman watches silently reveling at the chaos
Grins with evil at the Innocent’s loss
The plot she projects is so subtle
She let’s slip with her shrieks – so very brittle

The woman has evil written on her
The pact she made may take her far
Everyone will realize too late
They will ultimately pay the price and meet their fate

The Innocent is free from nasty words
She gets by
They clap and cheer, gleams in their beady eyes
The woman and the crowd have won the game
Their desire - a dose of fame

The Innocent is free from a devilish crowd
The Innocent will never be cowered
Go ahead have the last laugh, do a jig and dance
The Innocent is free, the crowd in a trance

The Innocent is free at last from the pact of haters
The evil master they serve will never clean their diapers

Get well soon you band of vipers
Get well soon.




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