Serpent In the Cellar
The animal that will choose.
He preys on the weak.
Stalking or striking.
The decisions he makes.
He whispers your name.
He strikes fear in your heart.
From down in the cellar.
He'll squeeze the life out of
you.
Manipulation is his game.
But he prefers persuasion.
Don't you dare speak his name.
Don't get pervasive.
There's two things you should
know.
He's not just a friend.
He's the enemy of darkness.
He will not give in.
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