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Web
0 ReviewsColorful insects are the most poisonous. Lying shows the colors of your heart. Despair/Envy/Blood in a beautiful formation of spun thread.
Inside my head
A tangled web;
Green with envy
Black with dread.
Red for the blood,
That I’ve made others shed.
The Spider, the spider
Now it has seen me!
Where can I hide
In this mess of lies?
And wait; now it hisses,
Its death speech now said:
“You’ve woven your web,
Spun your trap,
And now you’ve been,
Caught in its grasp.”
The spider has caught me,
The time is come
And now I realize
What I've done.
I was green with envy,
Now black with dread,
Soon to be red
From the blood I will shed.
Because of this web,
This web I've made
Inside my head,
I'm dead.
A tangled web;
Green with envy
Black with dread.
Red for the blood,
That I’ve made others shed.
The Spider, the spider
Now it has seen me!
Where can I hide
In this mess of lies?
And wait; now it hisses,
Its death speech now said:
“You’ve woven your web,
Spun your trap,
And now you’ve been,
Caught in its grasp.”
The spider has caught me,
The time is come
And now I realize
What I've done.
I was green with envy,
Now black with dread,
Soon to be red
From the blood I will shed.
Because of this web,
This web I've made
Inside my head,
I'm dead.
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