Snakes and Adders

T' was a shallow creeping envy, Of a deviant design; It slithered In quietly undetected, To prey upon unsuspecting minds. It built up false images and verses, A phoney talent in every way; Taking slander to its highest levels, And breeding hate his favorite play. He blinded his band of followers, To carry out his dirty deeds; They became his demonic harem, Planting his evil silent seeds. But he couldnt break the true believers, Those called to be sages of pen and page; They stood together to expose his lies, Using truth in this war they waged. There is a higher calling of this gift, Only those who are called know to play; The haters and phoney's may do their worst, But in time will truly pass away.