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