Hello.

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Inglorious.
Inept.
     A prelude to protrude out of the depths of ones' heart.
How the illusive elude with around the bush conversations,
masking seductive persuasions and mental manipulations... derived
and perceived , simply to achieve malice and ill-intent, in that deep
dark cavern in your inner being, that place where a heart should have
been.
          The goodness of a heart.
          The kindness of a spirit.
          The pureness of a soul.
          But, none of that is in you.  You remain cold.
I've tasted your bitter fruit.
Indulged in your poisonous elixir.
Became a believer in your web of lies.
You are the mother of betrayal.
Sister... to the broken.  Loyalty is as foreign to you as trust.
You devour the confident... poisoned with your lust.
Your tongue is more than an two edged sword; for,
with it you deliver pain, pleasure, and sorrow.
And God help anyone who believes your word...heard or written,
flirtatious or smitten.
You are a fleshly quicksand where the good slip in, get stuck, and drown in sin.
Demons are attracted to you like flies to shit.
Everyone you touch becomes infected in one form or another with a demonic spirit.
You are the devils spit.
Bitch!!!


~Flowriter!