A slithering presence, a silent whisper.
In taciturnity I speak to my prey.
Coiling before the strike.
I am your weapon, I'm your projectile.
Ectothermic elevation, my senses raised.
Focus(ing) on your perspiration.
A false state of dormancy, a tactic for my attack.
Entheogenic venom (preparation).
A revelating close encounter nearing.
Angelic devourment, as your soul is burning inside of me.
Ectothermic elevation, my senses raised.
Focusing on your perspiration.
I perform the tasks at speeds unregistered and un-noticed.
Immobilized, muscles break down. Neurotransmit(ter) altered to perceive my words.
Collector of souls...
Fiery serpent, I am The Seraph Sublime.
