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