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A quiet rustle can be heard in the grass

Like a whistle, something slides

A tongue as long as a whip

Eyes gleaming in the daylight

It tells us the bold truths

Explains it again with gusto

To stand firmly in this glory

To disbelieve that it will be lost

Our homes are possessed

They listen to the truths in dead silence

Along with the poison that is hissed out

Still whispering in hatred

It sticks in your eyes like a knife

Gutenberg's string of letters

Written with doctrine

And carrying sacred truths

We don't have to think forever

The truth will reveal itself

And the serpent will take care of us

Then it will disappear among the leaves