Spawned in the dawn
a servant for to supply
purpose so certain but
under the tree did lie.
Damned upon the land
one look will give away
what we are in a heart
no mask hides its sway.
Prey does the serpent
in an act of no remorse
for those it dines from;
need it can’t divorce.
A heart is dark so basic
and torn sorrow plead
we choose whom serve
then do what we need.
I am more myself enjoy
I do to numb all hurt;
from creation spawned
an ache we fail avert.
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