The hands that share me tea
Share more tear
The shoes of fear
strides stripes strip strong shear
The courts spoke many sins
The chilling voices of the seas
Serpents snarling snapping ease
Traits of treachery
Stings traitors like archery
Betrayers and leachery
Traps like poisonous pastry
The hands who serve me with smiles
Their Hearts are a million miles
Their fantasies are evil and vile
Turn coats slithering piles
Their joy is the grief
And pain eternal relieve
Their imagination is a lipid disease
Our hands. ....Our own hands
Dig deeper than our corruption
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