though not quite one to frequent lies,
his own demise; hypocracy,
as you can see from serpent words:
he attacks herds, but likes to graze.
With guns he shook and swayed the meek,
Laws' plies are weak but guns are not,
his pleas and talk disguise seeds sown,
the herds he lures who heed his "truth",
and pay their lives for words he's spat.
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