Day 63
29.04.2014
Topic: The divide
Topic given by elfhybrid_

Split tongue
The silent serpent crawls
in between the grass of deceit
Haunting the prey
While loving the idea of how a servant
Can mirror his own well being

Armed to the teeth
With poison
Times every release
Punctuality is the true name of venom
To kill the idea of man
Without being noticed
Making it an act of conscience
Heads nodding in acceptance
Of cruelty
No fatalities on their side
Yet
Prevention of a lost generation

Preserving their own rights
By suppressing theirs

Divided
Without difference
They were all the same
But the split tongue of a serpent
Never lies
In the mind of the deceived