The
snake tell its story
High
on the tree branch
Curling
it firmly it stays
The
slick tongue speaks
“I
have given you wealth
I
have given you paradise
You
have enjoyed my labour
Now
you want me to go?
The
years I have provided
The
ample opportunities on the land
You
have set up wealth stores
You
have found your pot of gold
But
you aren't grateful to me
You
ask me to go to hell
I
can't believe you say it to me
Now
you live in luxury
God
bear me witness
I
promise you hell
You
will not survive the next fall
You
better enjoy your ill-gotten wealth
The
falling is imminent
I
am the snake who makes hell
You
don't forget my sacrifices
You
will see yourself in burning fire”
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