But Let Me Tell You: Traitors Never Win!

Snakes on the floor,
on the shiny sparkly floor,
trying hard to slither right through you.
But let me tell you,
I already knew what they do not know.
Slick stories soon forgotten
on a graveyard of lost things.
So, no need a shovel to dig a grave

Crocodile on the river mouth –
A pathway where a river flows into the sea,
Hungry for a piece of meat.
But let me tell you,
killing a crocodile is a sign of luck.
Worries are over and so as danger.
Do not trust crocodiles,
If you crossed one: be wary.

Vultures start circling in the air,
Like you are the subject of gossip and slander.
They might be in control of the weather,
But let me tell you,
They only try to take advantage on what’s readily available.
Prepare on what’s coming
The storm provides, yet do not be a prey to the death eaters:
Use all your senses to the opportunities they hardly navigate.

Poison ivy creeping along the ground,
Ingratitude like a parasite
Itching on your skin if it touches you
But let me tell you,
The only way to defeat poison ivy is to dry them out,
Never handle them especially by the root or stem
They are rashes: avoid them
Before it’s too late.

Do not blend,
You will turn out to be like them.
Bend like you’re unbreakable.
But let me tell you,
Traitors never win!
Let the turncoats switch sides.
Think things through; shifting allegiance like Judas
does not ring a bell to one’s pure heart.

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