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Snakes

regenerate

After the head is chopped 

off 

The body still 

animates

Soul is gone 

but the husk still remains 

Controlled by the animal,

robotic like a fishing lure

Then it bites,

injects it with its venom.

Slow death is the

name of the game 

For the cold blooded.

No remorse, no regrets,

no mercy 

(No soul)

Always hunting

but never satisfied

A ghost without

its legs

Looking for

fresh blood

Lowest of Lows,

lowest it can go 

Cold Blooded

cold hearted

 
Without peace,

always seeking heat 

Cursed to exist

with never ending starvation

A carnivorous

appetite of nothingness

Ever learning and never able 

to come to the knowledge of the truth 

(Devoid of it)

Forever thirsting,

With it's mouth of cotton

and gurgling stomach 

Thirsty,

Hungry,

(For the blood)