The Tongue Of The Serpent
The tongue of the serpent speaks
Of forbidden fruit and lust
And the fruit of the tree is plucked
For the hand of man is weak
One bite of the apple sweet
And man is naked tossed
In a world of grief and loss
Where the hissing serpent creeps –
The serpent’s in the trees
And he crawls on Mother Earth
At the dawning of the birth
Of the devil and his deeds
And the devil sows his seeds
In the garden where he sleeps
While the woman wails and weeps
At the secrets that he keeps –
Beware the song of the snake
And the serpent in the grass
Who coils and hisses and laughs
As the judgement day awaits –
When the tongue of the serpent speaks
The heart of man despairs
For evil is in the air
And the hand of man is weak
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