borrowed groundthinking.com
The
spider crawls along
The
web on the branches of a tree
The
lines of net to trap insects
It
moves confidently in its net
It
never feels threatened
In
the corner of its power net
In
the open for all to see
The
rain, the wind, the sun
It's
only the blinded fools
Flying
without knowing the lines
The
web of traps laying around in the air
Once
it is entangled the spider wins
There
is no need to plead for mercy
The
death will come swiftly in the net
The
spider will come quickly
Once
it is in there is no escape
Once
power corrupts
There
is no escape its grip
The
hell of downward spiral
The
cauldron of fire of burning mind
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