Untitled (Agony of Trance)
In an agony of trance
A fitful death-throes dance
Repulsively contorted
So ruthlessly purported
Omnipotent of death
Steals the weak one's breath
The crimson robed prince
Who seeks your soul to mince
The cobra's deadly sting
Hid deep within the rings
Of brown and white he wears
To catch you unawares
While dazed you shan't see
Just how precariously
Balancing your life
Land you in a vise
Poison strong and lethal
The snake's and all the people's
Motivations are the same
Poison you to cause you pain
In guise of friends ye soon shall see
'Tis they begat your misery
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