Tuesday, 16 April 2013

The Spider's Song

With joy enter, with fear exit,
What said the spider to the poor fly?
Enter at your own peril,
Satisfaction is not guaranteed,
Where spiders feast,
What might a poor fly do?
For do wolves in Sheep's skin
Entice poor lambs with voices so sweet,
For like spiders do they feign,
Spirituality that stinks of carrion flesh!

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