The
king cobra dances
On
the soft grass of paradise
Sipping
off his rich quick wealth
Surrounding
himself with his flock
No
agency dares to knock in
The
staring of the door only
It
is just for formality
Show
the badge walk away
Nobody
wants to get poison
Hit
on the face and eyes
Knock
the door will be a long time
Until
the day the king cobra is caught
Now
the snake catchers linger on
They
will wait for an opportunity
The
king cobra knows his day
When
his power is gone
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