Captured by the Serpent’s Tongue

In the island of snakes

Surrounded by fakes

But devoted life in the paradise

And controlled like being paralyzed


I hear your whispering

I see you appearing

With a blink of the eye

I was pierced by your lie


Your prevaricated voice

Leads me to uncertain choice

Making a disaster at my loss

And in the life of almost


Bitten by your foul shout

Rotten by your poison pout

Sealed the gift of the truth

And keep it in a golden fruit


The moment of your silence

Burned my presence

With a snap of the finger

I lost my firefighter


I bow my knees and fall

So my heart starts to call

But it is too late for a profess

And for a remonstrance of the less


credit to the owner of the photo.


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