Vile SerpentA Poem by steakobad relationship
The vile serpent slithers through the grass seeking false truth. She grows weary from her game, but remains tenacious as ever. In trees, in caves, across rivers, and over mountains she searches. What she finds is not truth, but a lie, for it was of her own creation. The roots dig deep, spreading to every coner of her being. Consumed by the lie, she devourers all that are near. The vile serpent, alone again, searches for new pray to feed her false truths.
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Added on July 3, 2011 Last Updated on July 3, 2011 Tags: wile, serpent, relationship, love, hate Authorsteakosan jose, CAAboutI'm am a young man surronded by people who do not appreciate what words can do. As I try to find my own way, adversity strikes my door often. Making life tougher than need be. So it is friends I have .. more..Writing
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