Spitting Cobra

by Macabre   Sep 6, 2006


Your anger flies out,
rolling off your tounge,
spitting into mine eyes, it stings,
your venom has no mercy.

Scorching blades of retribution,
a burning fire of revenge,
your lust for blood is unending,
I fall crippled by your spite.

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