Prattlesnake

It opened like Pandora's box
Biting with truth
Poisoning with lies
Evil building blocks

What lay within
Filled the air with sin
Black demons that possessed the mind
Truth lost to mankind

Indulging in all your famed glory
With no thank you or I'm sorry
How easy you make it, to follow you baal
Marching to the Rat-Spat-Chat of your tale

Soldier of despair
Master of fears
Consul of chaos
None to help us

Cruel forked tongue
In the mind the words hung
Hisspers of sweet nothings
Alluring, seducing. Yearning esscaping

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