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You’re a snake waiting in the grass to strike 

fangs dripping with toxic anticipation 

your false concern does not deceive me 

you are exposed 

your hightsned sense ominous 

I watch your ears prick as I enter the room

i anticipate your strike 

again and again you will fall short of your target 

underestimation is my calling card 

the time has come to twist your neck into the mirror 

before I rip it off 

I am welded in truth, in Christendom 

take your beedy eyes and small puppet mind out of the hive;

and what have you got? 

The scales on your eyes 

are firmly planted in 

its time to scrape up all the grace 

hold my head high 

im giving your shit right back 

return to sender is the email 

and fuck off is the reply.