Oh suspicion, you are the downfall
Of those who trust you…fools that they are
Looking for shelter in your deceiving arms and
pointing fingers
That draw the feeble minded into your web of
destruction
Oh wicked one…when will you cease your unholy
terror
And be thrown back into the fiery pit where you
belong
I can see your sinister hands rubbing together
with glee
And your decaying mouth cackling with baneful
mirth
Another notch on your already bountiful belt of
victories
People are slow to learn and quick to judge
This suits your purpose well…as one by one
They fall into your cauldron of depravity
And ultimate loneliness
Oh suspicion your verbose nature is that of the
scorpion
You bring forth only wretchedness and
pernicious vibration
You gather souls in large nets and offer
endless lust and gratification
It is a game to you…winner takes all
But your Judas kiss shall reap only devotees of
filth and corruption
Oh suspicion, there is no sign of humility in
you
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