Oh, how the Cabal weaves their spell, With practiced words and subtle knell, They twist and turn, they bend and break, The minds of those they seek to take.
With silver tongues and cunning guise, They lure their prey with honeyed lies, They whisper sweet nothings in their ear, And make them think that they are dear.
But behind the veil of their deceit, Lies a darkness that is hard to beat, For they care not for the hearts they break, Nor the lives that they will ultimately take.
So beware, dear friends, of the Cabal's charm, For they seek only to do you harm, And though they may seem so very kind, They are but wolves in sheep's clothing, hard to find.