Their hearts are filled with dark treachery.
He wears the face of deceit.
In sheep apparel he adorn himself to conceal his identity.
They walk the path of mendacity.
They lurk in the dark alley waiting for their victims.
Their mouths wide open thirsty for blood.
Who can stand against her fiendish machinations.
Their trickery knows no bounds, they wear a smile beneath hides a lethal frown.
Their lies stinks to the heavens. Flattery and scheming their way to the top of the ladder
Sleep has abandoned them cos they have murdered sleep.
While their companions slept, they like nocturnal beasts plot and plant thorns in his vineyard.
Who will move against their manipulation?
Before our eyes they barter her to the highest bidder with Judas kiss.
Beware! Caesar was warned. Beware the ides of March.
Beneath his cloak hides a noxious dagger, he will seize the moment to drive it into your heart.
They come bearing Greek gifts and their bag of tricks to hoodwink gullible hearts.