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