Of all the poisons that run and grow
Many I´ve studied and stored for my own
But none of them vices works as strong
As the words been spilled by your rivals tongue
Oh, many a poison acts swift or slow
Some crueler than others, either painfull or dull
Yet none of them traceless, as the feelings below
Caused by defilement of a broken vow
True a poison works baneful
Yet compared to attaint
It is mellow and gracious
Saving further complaint
Oh I rather choose the poison
Than the tainted, evil words
Poured by trusted, out of treason
For the poison barely hurts
And I rather die in pain
Than suffer by my pride
And I rather die in vain
Than stay by the devils side
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
Of all the poisons that run and grow
Many I´ve studied and stored for my own
But none of them vices works as strong
As the words been spilled by your rivals tongue
Oh, many a poison acts swift or slow
Some crueler than others, either painfull or dull
Yet none of them traceless, as the feelings below
Caused by defilement of a broken vow
True a poison works baneful
Yet compared to attaint
It is mellow and gracious
Saving further complaint
Oh I rather choose the poison
Than the tainted, evil words
Poured by trusted, out of treason
For the poison barely hurts
And I rather die in pain
Than suffer by my pride
And I rather die in vain
Than stay by the devils side
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