The Lethal Elixir

Of a venomous breed that you are,

Spit you must venom;

Else, the amassed stock inside

Would burst your bowels

Echoing your last sigh!

His cherry-picking you

To carry this venom

Amidst His own creation

Must have a nobler reason

Than such careless spewing

At your pleasure!

Therefore, use your sixth sense,

Seek His support, or

Wait for His signal

Before you lend

An ounce of this lethal elixir

To free someone

From this earthly mire

And transcend them to

His welcome embrace.