Along the lines of your face and the hollow of your skin,

I see a snake with a furrowed brow and an empty oil can for a heart.

Some might say treason of the highest order.

But if you listen closely, very closely, you can hear him whisper:

"Attack! Attack! Attack!"

Kill everything that moves. Man, woman and child.

Skin them alive and cage them inside of me.

"ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK!"

Run for your lives.