Golden Tome of Dreams

Regain consciousness.
Do we wake up each morning?
We get swept away in
the pages of an ancient book.
The Golden Tome of Dreams

The souls of serpents
reside inside my head
crowding the amphitheatre
with
suffocating molecules of evil

Out of my ears
reptile tongues seduce my temples

inciting wild libido madness

Through my sharp eyes

I paralyze you, my prey,

and devour your existence

shall I, in a single bite.

My fiery fangs pierce your nipples

infecting the maternal substance of life,

poisoning generations to come,

damaging the very essence of being.

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