By Vincent Valentine

How we tear down the walls of others’ souls

While the terror of terror so bold

Is in the mirror, the image beheld

Image of sins from hell

From hell cometh the cobra

Cobra of minds in sinful times

Enjoying the acts of the deeply sublime

To the wicked by the wicked,

Left unrepressed are the ghosts,

Of essence without host; depressed

And damage beyond repair

From within the cobra’s lair

From the mirror upon which we gaze

View, do we the cobra ablaze

The visions of terror and of we-the evil

Are from within the hooded veil,

Of the hood of the cobra

Venom of venom the thing spits

Even in a lustfully, seducing entangled kiss;

Embrace of the devil’s thorny, possessive lips

Meant to kill the true

Who does such things? Asks you

Stop searching for the cobra

For it is but me and it is but you

How we tear down the walls of others’ souls

While the terror of terror so bold

Is in the mirror, the image beheld

Image of sins from hell

From hell cometh the cobra

Cobra of minds in sinful times

Enjoying the acts of the deeply sublime

To the wicked by the wicked,

Left unrepressed are the ghosts,

Of essence without host; depressed

And damage beyond repair

From within the cobra’s lair

From the mirror upon which we gaze

View, do we the cobra ablaze

The visions of terror and of we-the evil

Are from within the hooded veil,

Of the hood of the cobra

Venom of venom the thing spits

Even in a lustfully, seducing entangled kiss;

Embrace of the devil’s thorny, possessive lips

Meant to kill the true

Who does such things? Asks you

Stop searching for the cobra

For it is but me and it is but you