Sunday 12 June 2016

Miscellanies 99: there is something more bitter than death

There is something more bitter than death: the woman whose heart is a trap to capture men by enslaving them to her love. First she glances at them and calls them by name, knowing full well that they are to be her pray. Then she entices them with kisses from her lips and at last brings them into her chamber of death. She makes them promises until their heart is full with her love, then like Ehud, thrust the dagger into their belly. The righteous man escapes such a snare but the sinner is taken in by her.

K.Oni

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