The serpent slides so smoothly
From the soul to the mouth
Seeking to enhance its appearance
For those who cannot understand
Forked tongues appear to be evil
Until blanketed in rich fabrics and colors
Gullible eyes see nothing but acceptance
Nodding in appreciation of expectations
Scales assume the appearance of fine fur
Soft to the touch and pleasing to view
Despite protests from tactile sensors
The mind denies that betrayal could exist
A single serpent gives birth to others
A nesting of slithering creatures
That give life to unending aberrations
Beginnings and endings lost in the multitudes
The creator soon becomes the created
Losing the ability to distinguish its existence
Consumed in the entrails of reality
Unwillingly casting aside its own skin
Had one but learned from Adam
That deception begets unwanted children
Despite desires to be otherwise
A serpent will always be a serpent
