Snake and Spider Paranoia

Snakes and spiders in the grass wait patiently for me to pass. With their families, they will pray that I will soon come their way. They know they can rest assured that their humble prayers are heard. Modest children, they are in need. Their spoils of victory, guaranteed. They will strike me by God's glory. They will rejoice, a happy story. Once they smite me, and I fall, they will feast in the town hall. A little cutie who's had his fill will ask mommy, who now to kill?