Query any poem you want.

Without that catchy name.

pretty face

where would you be?

Nowhere, baby

Without your tight physique...

just meat

with breast implants

in candy pants

Shallow as a mud puddle

Don't deserve a second chance

They don't yet have a word for your condition

but most will refer to you as

the victim

I am the venom of god

You think you're alive?

You're only prey to me

You think you're alive?

You'll beg to die quickly

I can see the way

you'll taste and feel

your body bears this demon seal

I am the venom of god

headed straight to your heart

I don't need to touch you

to tear your apart