The Spider
Watch the spider spin his web.
look into his eyes.
Feel sorry for his victoms.
listen to their cries.
See the beauty of his web.
It calls his victoms by their names.
Before they ever know whats happening.
they're caught up in his games.
He hides within the shadows.
Then feeds upon their fear.
Representing sorrow.
The pain inside your tear.
Once they're caught inside his web.
there is nothing they can do.
So why don't you cry for them?
as they would cry for you.
By Keith L. Smith
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