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May 2015
Let thy soul into the darkness delve,
Where thou looses all thyself, ...Where;
slithering serpents slay so silent,
Like death's deadly scythe.

Deranged demon's deathly snare
Snatching people, unaware,
With such sweet nectar they thou compel,
So that willingly, thy soul thou sell.

A wolf in sheep's skin,
Juggling the lives of men's kin,
As if they were nothing,
but a game to win.
Liam Adam Scicluna
Written by
Liam Adam Scicluna  24/M/Malta
(24/M/Malta)   
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