Like a snake
I slither through
The tall grass
I silently stalk
My prey
When the opportunity
Rises that is when
I will strike
I will strike
With such speed
They will not
Have time to react
My venom will course
Through their veins
Their slow heartbeat
Brings a sadistic smile
To my face
the deed is done
I now feast
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