Beneath the surface of calm waters, slyly it waits,
A crocodile of deceit, cunningly debates.
With honeyed words and tempting baits,
It lures victims, sealing their fates.
In the world of humans, it roams,
Wearing a mask, with charm it combs.
But within, a heart that numbs,
A trap set in life's catacombs.
With smooth talk and skills refined,
It preys on hearts, leaving them blind.
Yet behind the scenes, a different kind,
A predator's instinct, cold and unkind.
With every whispered promise, it ensnares,
Unveiling a path paved with snares.
In the crocodile's game, no one spares,
A victim trapped, caught unawares.
But let us not be fooled by its disguise,
The crocodile's charm, its clever lies.
In its depths of darkness, it vies,
For hearts to see through the facade's ties.
In the end, the crocodile's spell shall break,
Its victim's spirit, they'll reawake.
For beneath the mask, truths will quake,
In the realm of lessons, they'll partake.
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Pain into Poetry
Poetry"**Pain into Poetry: A Journey of Metamorphosis**" A deep metamorphosis unfolds on the pages of the book "Pain into Poetry". This book is an odyssey through the human experience, where the art of poetry develops from the crucible of pain. In the com...
