Copyright © Priya Florence Shah
Their soul is stained
From deceitful lies,
From schemes and plans,
Plots to unalive.
Their gifts are cursed,
Their words are poison,
They’ve damned themselves
And the friends they’ve chosen.
With whispers of venom,
They weave a dark tale,
Foul-mouthed and venomous,
Integrity frail.
Beneath a façade,
They craft their disguise,
But truth always surfaces,
No matter how they try.
In shadows, they linger,
With malice in their heart,
But those who see clearly
Will choose to depart.
So rise above darkness,
Seek light and embrace,
For the soul of the snake
Will never find grace.
