They speak in riddles snakes who desire your comfort.
Who bleed the foolish to believe in hopes far to great to be anything more than empty promises
The heat lighting promises a storm soon so very soon they will understand .
The night seemed darkest when embraced by thought.
Silent they slither were wolves simply howl.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 7:12 AM UTC
They speak in riddles snakes who desire your comfort.
Who bleed the foolish to believe in hopes far to great to be anything more than empty promises
The heat lighting promises a storm soon so very soon they will understand .
The night seemed darkest when embraced by thought.
Silent they slither were wolves simply howl.
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