Epic Perfect World

The spider and the fly.

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The spider smiles and whisper softly to the fly come and play.
One leg, only one, the spider extented to the fly.
Scared for it's physical and mental state in a future day.
Trembling it looks down at the extended leg and begins to cry.

The spider who's smile has no changed stands waiting and waiting.
What is the fly to do? Take the leg of it's opposite and just trust?
It's head filled with screams a voices yelling and debating.
Should it give in to something, that might just be pure lust?

The fly trembling and tears still falling begins to slowly back away.
The spider's expression changes, there's no longer a smile.
The fly scared, keeps looking down thinking that action it will soon pay.
It closes it's eyes hoping the spider's next action won't take a while.

The spider stands and extendeds it's leg out once more.
Reaching under the flies chin to lift it up and see into it's many eyes.
With the tear falling from each eye the spider's heart gets sore.
For it knows why the fly trembles and uncontroably cries.

The spider wipes away to tears and wraps it's legs around the fly.
The fly trembles even more each of it's legs begin to shake.
Scared of what would happen next it knew what it must try.
After a deep breath with a push the fly made the grip break.

The spider then just sat down as if prepared for a long wait.
It looks at the fly smiles and extends it's leg once more.
The fly scared more than ever trying to decide it's fate.
 Willingly Trust the spider or turn around and walk out the door
Man you're the most awesome black person I've ever met. I wish I could be more like you. Plis teach me your ways. I too poor can't pay, but I promise to worship you.

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Gorgeous ....I like reading your poetry

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