While the narcissist drinks
from the river, fear shadows.
None dare to approach, shivers
come in waves down your spine
as you hear them sipping on the
river like wine.
Drunk on power and need to control,
the narcissist knows no sense of
knowledge and self-consciousness.
They are too busy sipping
from the pools of sin and
the blood from their victims.
While they indulge in their
abuse they grin wide and grind
their teeth against your soul.
Beware of the narcissist in the wild.
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