Birds of a look flock,
In togetherness, they shock,
Each other, they pull down,
While pretending, over to fawn.
Their eyes are slit shut,
Their words, each other smut,
Nastiness is in their blood,
Stomping over, they scud.
A group like none other,
Everyone else, they'll smother,
Devilish are their schemes,
Taking it to the extremes.
Like the ubiquitous flame,
They solely, seek to maim,
With vileness, they are signed,
To the fiend, they are affined.
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