So the serpentines Slither slippery in-between. Their pink tongues lick the way As the aging prophets sway Going deep into the hole Always losing our control. Said a snake, spoke to Eve In the garden of disease. It's said a snake, spoke to Eve In the garden of disease. The tree of life became forgot And its fruit began to rot. What did the snake say to Eve In the garden of disease? She took the key to unlock The curses of Pandora's box. Snakes slither through your eyes. Hollow skulls are sanctified. Arrange the bones to form a cross. Long cast curses now forgot. In the garden of disease. Cathedral paintings come alive When no one else is inside. Statues speak, ceilings scream At slithering serpentines. Dead bodies holding rosaries, Daggers in hearts, hands and feet