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I spoke, and Venom fell

Oh,
it felt as if I were opening my eyes for the first time.
I got up from the ground where I had my slumber.
I noticed that I was standing amongst a crowd.
I looked at everyone and everything around me:
People looking at each other,
Laughing at each other.
I stood beside one group.
I was immediately welcomed.
I was shared many a thing—
Shared thoughts,
Shared words,
Shared dreams,
Shared fantasy.
How stimulating.
How interesting.
How intriguing.
I must speak up!

And then, I opened my mouth to speak.
And words came out.
But as soon as they did,
Everything changed.
I saw their frowns, their disbelief, their disdain.
It turned into sneers, glares, and just pure hatred.
But all I wanted was to—
Share my thoughts,
Share my words,
Share my dreams,
Share my fantasy.

I had the words, the excitement, the giddiness—
Like a child excited to buy a cheap chocolate with the littlest coin.
But I realized,
All that came out of my mouth
Was pure venom.
Dark.
Lethal.
Fatal.

And so, I retreated.
But… I had no legs.
I slithered back,
Like a… distinct reptile.
I looked down at my body for the first time.
I saw a tail.
I saw a body absent of limbs.
I saw scales.
And that’s when I realized—I was a monster. A snake.

The mythologically doomed.
The socially wicked.
The distrustful and cunning—
Snake.
Eve's immortal enemy.
Ugly.
Wicked.
Terrifying.
Venomous.

That’s all I heard around me.
I looked around again,
And I saw those eyes again.
I saw those people—
With their hate,
Their disdain.
I felt despicable.
I felt ashamed.
I felt humiliated.
I felt lost.
I felt alone.
I felt…

And then, all those feelings manifested
Into the demons inside me—
Clawing at my insides,
Firing them up,
Itching to come out,
Itching to break free,
And let all hell break loose.

I sprang to the corner.
Looked down.
Begged them to stop,
To wait,
To forgive,
To be patient.

But they didn’t listen.
They never wanted to.

And so, they burst out of my body—
My insides bleeding out as they took over the whole of me.
The rage.
The bloodlust.
The blazing fire.

They killed those people, one by one.
They killed.
They devoured.
They burnt.
They flayed—
Until there was blood, guts, and limbs everywhere.

I am weak.
Was weak.
Will always be weak.

They killed me again.
They broke every bone in my body.
They tore my flesh apart, bit by bit.
And ate every part of me.
I died.

There was darkness.
But the darkness was approached by a light.
Instead of being overtaken by the light,
The darkness floated along with the light—
Creating the perfect rhyming dance,
Repeating over and over.

The light then spoke to me,
As it danced with the dark:
"You must arise and start again."

Oh,
it felt as if I were opening my eyes for the first time.
I got up from the ground...




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