Serpent of Eden…writhing with pestilent persistence
Lies that insist on remaining Holy
Now these scriptures wiped off the face of life
Perpetuate final existence
Nothing is equal, all pale in unison to demonic wrath
Self-flagellation, our earnest attempts
To free our spirits from an eternity of flesh
Unclean, evil, judged in delight
Mortality lured by the deception of hope
To join the horde, the flesh of shades
Rotten, ulcerous strips
Free to gorge on the sheep of God
Lying in wait, our darkness
Becoming nostalgia as we count
In descending order, our order of descent
To writhe in pits covered by centuries of lies
Now dust and mites preying on the swollen lips
of Holy matrimony