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She sits there laughing afar, snickering secrets to the vultures, who flock around her bulbous mass of a body. Each one dives down taking bits of her tall-tales, to only harp the secrets of her lying tongue; which can sing songs to mask her grotesque true nature, hypnotized, mesmerized and paralyzed my body becomes heavy, like those warriors who have fallen prey to that of Medusa's stare, her fingers penetrate my back, ripping out the organs which filters out the poisons that try to sneak through my spiritual shields, I am the prey she is the predator I am no longer...