Royal Deceit

Soft hymn of a sirens song escaping nefarious lips; angel of death. Branding iron against his back, composing sheet music of a story not fully concluded. There's flesh under her fingernails and it belongs to him. Melody piece defying gravity, leading back to her each time. When he returns, a kiss from heaven shall be placed against his ear, barefaced devil spilling words coated with poison. She asks: "Did you cut your hands on me? Are my edges sharp?"

Latrodectus Hesperus capturing her prey, spinning a web of lies and lacing silk with venomous poison, inflicting a slow excruciating death upon those who dared to cross her. She is sinister, ruthless and above all -- unhinged at the seams. From an early age, she failed to comprehend sympathy towards others, falling in love with the concept of sadism instead. Picking the meek from the crop, turning them into weapons, toys and incarnated dollar signs; ladies of the night.

Words like venom, you'll soon find yourself buried six feet under, drowning. Not even the holiest of gods can save you from the fury and the wrath you'll find yourself victim to. The siren has come again, calling all to those who fall to the song. So get on your knees and pray, count your blessings, and hope for the best.

But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.