The face of slumber
Tired of waiting
Exhausted
From our human racing
And the words of a serpent
Taking energies
We can't be perfect
But we search it
In the ladies luck of purses
And we read the book of versus
That curses our fleshy worthless
Waiting for tired
Feelings of exhaustion
The face of slumber
Somber in her hands
What kind of man
Could understand
What the serpent did
Knowing what was good
And bad
As curiosity killed the mood
The face of slumber
Fell under
The spell of mother earth
Waiting for tired
Exhausted from her birth
All she wants is a rest in peace
And forgiveness for what she did
To the flesh that heard
Curiosity and what it hissed