Samsara to Hell
with Virgil I fell
and talked with a man
upturned headfirst in shit.
He gurgled a reply
when I asked him why
but I ignored it
to ponder my own sins instead.
Enemy in the mirror
he is jealous of you.
For three years
he marveled at what you do to you.
When at last he failed
to match your skill
he picked up a gun
and said, "Fine
I'll just kill you
and see how it's done."
Snakes in the grass
should not seek one out;
when they do,
they mimic a human shout.
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