Cecil was as cold blooded as a snake.
He would never give; he'd always take.
He sneaked his way into high positions,
As he loved to influence big decisions.
He smiled sweetly at friends he'd later smite,
And kept his enemies witin his sights.
He would hiss out the smooth, well crafted lies,
And would always repeat the party line.
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