Like Caine did unto Abel, that's how I kill my prey. Then I lie on my back, and have a snack, hold hands, and float away.

So you didn't quite grasp it, A riddle or clue, And it made you see red, So you painted it blue, Before you let loose my arrow, Hold on, think it through, Not everything made, Can be made just for you

Cycle my central letter through every other vowel, and I become A prelude to an excuse Small A lifeless redditor Swinged and winged I'm spoken to sound certain, but my essense lies in uncertainty

The ol' venetian skim Rounding down, I call it What,..jizzle? It's not something lame like that It's quite elite work. Look at my tie

I remove the dead, make you shine instead and crown you Yet you hate me