TENDRILS

Hasten up your lips
Don't stop! speak it
Not mute! pour it
Let it drool with diarrhea
Allow it to stool out folly
It recides in your belly

Tendrils
With others you have been too busy
You scrape every secret sins
And expose all hidden things
That your rottenness erupts
You can't even see it
By their leaves we shall know them
By your greed you are defined
We cast our reliance upon you
And often inquire of you
Yet the fruit of your lips brings death
To those who patronize you
Tendrils
Feed us with some words
But what do you give?
Death in the pot
Cleanse us with your tongue
By the same we are hushed
You coil round our feeble frame
Coiling and wounding about our pitiable frail
We struggle to get free from you
Parasite
But how can we
When we are unaware of our captivity inside your appetite
Tendrils
You can never chase two rats
No one ever practice such tact
You'll eventually lose both
You can't eat your cake
And then expect to have it back
Know ye not?
God's wrath thunders upon you
No use.. Heaven is far from you
Between mammon and God
Lies your inevitable lot
For between those, lies your doom

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