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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