The story of the exposure and downfall of a silver-tongued snake that deceives and manipulates people to steal their knowledge and resources.
Copyright © Priya Florence Shah
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In a garden lush, where secrets lie,
A silver-tongued snake begins to sly.
His scales agleam, his eyes aglitter,
With words as sweet as honeyed twitter.
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He slithers close, a charming guise,
His praises sung to gain allies.
With every hiss, he weaves a tale,
A master in the art of flail.
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He schmoozes here, he flatters there,
A serpent skilled in false affair.
His words like silk, his smile so bright,
He basks in the deceptive light.
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He joins the circles, earns their trust,
A façade of wisdom, sleek and just.
Yet in his heart, a venom vile,
A hunger fed by greed and guile.
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He steals their knowledge, their precious lore,
And siphons resources, more and more.
His silver tongue, a tool so sharp,
In every word, a hidden barb.
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But whispers spread, the truth takes wing,
The serpent’s lies no longer sing.
Exposed, unmasked, his charm undone,
He faces shadows, shuns the sun.
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For those he wronged, now stand as one,
The serpent’s game forever done.
In the garden lush, where secrets lie,
No place remains for silver-tongued sly.
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