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Serpent’s Tongue
Apple of eyes, fruit of the womb
Beneath petalum lashes
Color consumes
Declaration of absence from
Earth’s metal tomb
Forgotten, a past that is
Gone all too soon
Hell is predicted one dark afternoon
Inhaled by the victim
Justified by the tension then
Killed by the witness
Legalized and consumed
Made into a prison that spells out our doom
Named “He is Risen” we followed like fools
Opened the sepulcher
Questioned by whom
Rescinded by one yet accepted by two
Said man and said woman
The serpent’s dark croon
Unlimited knowledge it sang was our due
Venom so sweet that it sang to our souls
Water and dirt sprang forth man, it was so
Xenophobe made them alike to himself
Yet left them with naught in their brains but their souls
Zenith of innocence lost to us all
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