All that glitters is not gold!

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Give them a pound, give them an ounce,
give them an inch:
either way they will take all you have
without a flinch.
They utter and moan
and speak with forked tongue,
evil spewing from their mouths
as rotten dung.
Then they touch your mind and body
with wicked fire,
and prepare for you
a funeral pyre.

Yes, these are the devil's own
tormented souls,
and to have yours
is their only goal.
They bewitch and beguile from
behind a mask of false charm;
but, in those eyes will be seen
intention of deadly harm;
for their stance is on the
beautiful side of evil
and has been
since before time medievil.