Conte du Serpent, La Vrit
by @Joshua-Dairy-Fray
Whilst their God was making mud men.
I was but a worm
Feasting on the innards
Of his abominable scourge
When his rib was made a woman
I lived in trees high
Feasting on forbidden fruit
And learning of his lies
They call me a villain
They call me many names
The only reason They have free will
Is I dwell in the flames
Some suedo night time villian
Some wicked boogeyman
All I ever dreamt of
Was open minded men
When the woman's thirst for knowledge
Lead her to my side
I filled up her belly full
And opened up her mind
Cast me out Slander me
Tarnish my good name
Remember I was his favorite
When he got his way
My gift you you my sacrifice
And never ending shame
Cast on me by sinners
False prophets of the lamb
Well lambs are bred for slaughter
A culling of the flock
Like infants heads
Ialdabaoth ordered
Dashed upon the rocks
Responsible for more evil
His empty minded sheep
Terrible deeds, done with smiles
By followers of the weak
Point to someone different
Order them to death
Soldiers of his fortune
With God's cock upon their breath
Find the church
In the night
Set the wretch ablaze
If Armageddons what they want.
Well deal it out in spades