Slither

Sinful writhing ball of snakes in heat.
Forked tongues licking the eyes of deceit.
Venom tears rain down to flood the street,
Where the harlots love to meet and greet.

Unholy dancing around this fire.
Singing with your sinful demon choir,
Hypnotic verse, of plans to conspire,
To stoke the flames of my funeral pyre.

No mixing the messages you've sent.
Calculating each phase of descent.
Burning with your malicious intent, 
To soil each moment we have spent.

Slither back to your den of thieves, snake.
Slither back and hide for your own sake.
Coil yourself up to tremble and quake.
As you know, your venom tears are fake.

All your rage and animosity,
Only destroys your integrity.
Serving to poison your destiny.
So, burn in hell for eternity.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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November 8, 2016 at 5:06 PM
Wow!!!! This one was screaming off the page. This poem is so angry and deep and dark and well...loud. I hope this demonic little creature gets the message and understands you are not speaking with a forked tongue. And also that it doesn't pitch a hissssssssssy fit. Really well done, nice rhyme structure.
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November 9, 2016 at 5:47 AM
Well, I don't think snakes have ears, so maybe that's why. :)
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November 8, 2016 at 9:31 PM
Thank you so much Chris. Alas, she did not get the message unless one of our mutual friends passed it on. ;)
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