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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 5/19/2016 8:02:00 AM
- Snakes and adders, we find them everywhere - sad, but true - A skilled write Carl - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 5/18/2016 10:45:00 PM
How sad is it to be the victim of all victims. Well done CarL, in no way can I relate to this. I do hope those who are calling and pullinG in a triple shift find peace at the end. ThiS is OnE heck of a write. A perfect 7. I So SO Love the poem, you know me, I like ME A GoOD TWIST, every now and then. False images everywhere we go. Karma will have her day. Enjoying your newest poem. LINDA
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