Venom has a way of slithering through the veins,
Corrupting soul after soul in a comforting embrace.
It seeks no one race, no one gender, no one age of any type.
But simply lurks in the blood like a cheetah in the field,
As a flammable adrenaline, a match everyone tries to strike.
Pain melts upon his heart and brands his soul with heated wax.
Ferocious fury is released, Hellish demons are set loose.
It’s that sort of fire one can possess, and burn whomever all they wish,
With not a slither of remorse, with not the least tinge of sorrow.
What have we become? To allow humane and humanity,
A chance to divorce and set upon their separate ways?
A fine line presents itself between opponent and adversary,
Betwixt dislike and hatred, as well as anger and wrath.
Though the matter of crossing over said line ourselves,
Relies heavily upon our own accord. If we are willing,
To sample the aftertaste once the poison is swallowed.
It is the poison of fear, pride, or whatever our circumstance.
And it taints us all until we have nothing left to call our own.
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Thanks for reading! ^_^ Next will be "Envy".
