The Serpent’s Tongue

Samory Senh

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Vanity is vanity my dear old mind

Simply bare your fangs, your loins are mine

You sloth, you paradox, you blasphemous lie

You potent glutton, a feast to the eyes

I envy not your holy hide

Just grasp the fruit upon the vine

And indulge into chaos centered within your mind.