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Oh serpent, what cross you bear catalyst to human frailties a snake in the grass tempting Adam and Eve to eat from the tree of knowledge. Fast forward to now forked tongue hissing quiet words spoken, speaking ill of others cowardly tones, sotto voce, afraid to speak a truth snake in the flesh we think no trust, cold eyes a shadow slithering amongst the crowds bully skin snake pushing your weight around when you do speak, hypocrite a church going southern boy snake in the flesh buying the girls for a night. Serpent we do you an injustice for honest you are, venom and fanged teeth a rattle warning sometimes we know where we stand we keep our distance, safe separate from snake in the grass. Your kin folks back home they have no choice holding you hugging you the only fangs they see or choose to see are the ones tattooed on your arm a snake biting, poisonous, a slow death snake in the flesh if only you would look in the mirror slither into your truth then the snake, the snake bite of your illusions might perish, a snake in the grass a snake in the flesh no more. Malcolm Davidson Feb 15th 2014
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Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
Snakes in the Grass
Oh serpent, what cross you bear catalyst to human frailties a snake in the grass tempting Adam and Eve to eat from the tree of knowledge. Fast forward to now forked tongue hissing quiet words spoken, speaking ill of others cowardly tones, sotto voce, afraid to speak a truth snake in the flesh we think no trust, cold eyes a shadow slithering amongst the crowds bully skin snake pushing your weight around when you do speak, hypocrite a church going southern boy snake in the flesh buying the girls for a night. Serpent we do you an injustice for honest you are, venom and fanged teeth a rattle warning sometimes we know where we stand we keep our distance, safe separate from snake in the grass. Your kin folks back home they have no choice holding you hugging you the only fangs they see or choose to see are the ones tattooed on your arm a snake biting, poisonous, a slow death snake in the flesh if only you would look in the mirror slither into your truth then the snake, the snake bite of your illusions might perish, a snake in the grass a snake in the flesh no more. Malcolm Davidson Feb 15th 2014
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Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
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