A slithering presence, a silent whisper. In taciturnity I speak to my prey. Coiling before the strike. I am your weapon, I'm your projectile. Ectothermic elevation, my senses raised. Focus(ing) on your perspiration. A false state of dormancy, a tactic for my attack. Entheogenic venom (preparation). A revelating close encounter nearing. Angelic devourment, as your soul is burning inside of me. Ectothermic elevation, my senses raised. Focusing on your perspiration. I perform the tasks at speeds unregistered and un-noticed. Immobilized, muscles break down. Neurotransmit(ter) altered to perceive my words. Collector of souls... Fiery serpent, I am The Seraph Sublime.