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.
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