The Liar

The lies connect us all. We are entangled in their web: Our bodies pierced, Bleeding, Dripping crimson over the strings Which ensnare our neighbors. We drink, Thirsty, But the blood cannot satiate us For we are gorged on our own importance. I wear a crown of thorns. My forehead is pricked and bruised And I speak with my black tongue, Oozing fallacies into my gaping breast. I grasp for the hearts you’ve sacrificed to me, The lives you’ve gifted me, The trust you placed in my hungry mouth To feed my gluttony. I am the sin Your Father told you to purge. I am a roiling serpent in a dress, My lips the Tree of Knowledge. Partake. Let my lies penetrate you. I am the serpent And you are aching for a dangerous playmate.