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.
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