Serpents of lust
Never in love.
Eat their words
And you hang in the sword
Their sarcastic grin,
A shrouded act of the mind.
Deeds are staged
Acts are faked.
The face that beams at your glance,
Bears the tongue that defiles your ranks.
Get caught in their feat of deceitful symphony
And you inscribe the epitaph of your melancholy.
Humans, yes humans!
The harbinger of the devil
The trustee of his evil.
Patrick Ekong ©️
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