sting

i know you
you find comfort in geometry
triangles forge the options
delineate the lines

but i am a predator
and i predate your thirst for love
as mechanical manipulation
I squat and grin

you know me
I am candy-coated religion
or a bridge on a deserted road
or exactly what you want

but you try to stand apart
stuck in a throbbing crowd
breath is the only wind
as you stifle the sound of the sting

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