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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.