Played me twice before.
You won't play me again.
In retrospect,
Never saw you as a friend anyway. 
What's done is done.
No need to apologise
Or plead for forgiveness.
I don't forgive and forget
With the likes of you.
Thought you had gunned me down.
Isn't it funny how punishment comes around?
Sly enemy, dirty double-dealer,
Foe to end all foes —
Poisoned by your own stinger.

King Cobra,
Have fun suffering
In the hellfires
Where you belong.

Renew your skin,
Constrict your sins —
They still won't change your wrongs.

King Cobra,
Are you still the king?
Are you still god-like too?

On second thought,
I'm done with your talking.
I've had enough of you.

I'm finally through with you.

© 2014

Jacques Brel