The Power of Language

I, am a word snake slithering in and around language coiling my body though multi-syllables curling my tongue around ornamental words all the better to eat you with my dear. My fangs hide in highly constructed sentences waiting behind sophisticated grammar, as my slick skin smoothes past your intellect unyielding eyes never leave the target. I can hear your compliance, I can taste the spell you're under, No reply because the point is never grasped You are the target and words will consume you. "B's" and "S's" will wrap around your body "F's" and "C's" will tighten their grasp, until a panicked air escapes your lips realization flashes across you face my words are consuming you. Their acidy truths will slowly eat away your beliefs while you lie in the dark place waiting to die. I already told you, I am a word snake.