The suave and staggering cobra
Swaggers with a sheepish grin.
Its power is its ego.
Deceit is in its head.
She dreamt you were dead.

Machiavelli bears no flame to you;
Deplicity your kin.
All alone is all they are.
That is what you said.
She dreamt you were dead.

Your spirit killed her aura.
She thinks it ate her light.
With seraphim
They broke their bread.
She dreamt you were dead.

You're drowning in hypocrisy
Your own pathetic fight.
Beware the flag
On which you tread.
She dreamt you were dead.