Serpent in The Garden

 

 

 

 

What does one do with a self-proclaimed prophet
How about I gouge out both her eyeballs
Then come back for the sockets
Vivisect from throat to cunt
With one hand in my pocket
Fate can be hatefully blunt
When you are powerless to stop it

 

Think of the very most unpleasant demise
And I shall cross your fragile mind then duly top it
To wicked deeds I am inclined
Heralding from the hell hole from whence I ne’er divined
One of Gods most feared and one of Lucifer’s grandest designs
Adam and Eve entwined
Within a single impeachable flesh
Our forbidden fruit
Shall slither
Should you drop it

 

There’s a serpent in the garden
Masquerading shedding skin
Believes herself a devil but knows not how to truly sin
Claims to be acquainted with the dark arts
But the veil of her coven is puny and thin
Maligned without and undermined within

 

Think less of a loss and more a fresh way not to win
Wouldn’t wish to take the gloss off all your pallid little sins
Alas, that life is over now
And a new one must begin
What say we grab the spinning wheel and spin
Oh… and one more thing
Will take far more than warm embrace to syncopate the rut you’re in

 

What does one do with a fully tanked up power tool
How about I clip those threadbare wings
Then pluck them from the sockets
Will be done before the charge depletes
So no reason to dock it
Fate can cut to and straight through the bone
When you are powerless to stop it

 

There’s a serpent in the garden
And guess what
I see you
Believe yourself to dance smart
Claim to be acquainted with the dark arts
But the veil of your coven is transparent as your glass heart

See these bare hands
They could tear you apart
Oh, and one more thing before the all-important fade to black
You see me… I’m merely the warm-up act

 

 

 

Richard Charles Stevens

Grey-Chapel Path

 

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