The lair is set

The mouths are wet

Dripping from an acid tounge

While whipping bile from a mile

Down the corridor

Words are whispered and murmuered

Plotting, scheming, stoking the fire

Such dangerous tounges should not be hired

Far away, in the Hive is where they thrive

Eloping from the danger of what's to come

Team splitting is a speciality

If only they ...

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