Mouth of Man, Mind of Hate

The lies fall from the mouth of the snake with such velvet charm The echoes of such heavy words dropping to the floor are nonexistent, as if the sound of such lechery was smooth enough to float the long journey to the bottom, resting comfortably on cushions fashioned from the silky saliva used to wet the tongue on which such deceitful words dripped from. Deceptive tongues draw forth eager ears, beguiled by such smooth tricks even the most noble of minds have no defense against such severe trickery, like the Devil himself putting on a show for his minions