You are a virus of the soul
Infecting lethally, but slow.
Those tasty lips are venomous
Those hands kill all they touch.
Your eyes prick those they see,
And fill them up with toxin
Your sexy voice dulls senses
and puts to sleep like poison
You are a god, no question.
Yet hurt all those that worship,
Having no mercy on their souls
You throw away, as if some stones.
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