My teeth have mashed the flesh of your lust,

Tasted your sin, so rich and robust.

You fed me so well, a diabolic fiend,

The innocence you stole- I gleefully gleaned.

A pity, it is, that you’re chewed beyond bone,

Your body is gone, your soul a mere stone.

It was a torturous death that you did not sense;

Poisoned by evil and soothed by pretence.

How aware did you think you could possibly be:

Being drunk on hell’s pleasure, rev’ling with me?

Dining and dancing with the notorious Beast;

You must have known this was an unholy feast.

A goblet of wine in which hate is imbued;

This is the draught that you simmered and stewed.

Murder, wrath, the bloody vice of your choice;

A deftly cut throat, the theft of a voice.

Your hands are spotless; the scene hardly exists.

Their name is washed away; their presence: unmissed.  

But there’s a stain inside you, an insidious mold;

It reeks of damnation and forms a foothold.

What a mortal affliction; the facade of man’s youth;

To think you are safe from the death within truth.

The meal was quite palatable, but I’ve ordered a cake;

You should’ve known, guiltless child, not to deal with the Snake.