Baby Snake
Serpentine serpent spitter; venemous bards teller; fortune teller on god's scale
My rod tells of stories from god's tongue; he took care of snakes on a island of ice
Conquering mice; the song of the light; I am serpent with the solemn of Christ
Jesus Christ was The Messiah; teaching disciples under the sea of a light's burn
The night fortunetellers light sparkles in the moonlight; serpents spit venemous bards
Bards that rival Aesop's fables, parable tongue spitter; parables from god's world
For with the relinquishment of suffers of fork tongues; serpentine's sea freedom in hell
We sea the light god created, we are wondrous' animals in the dark of the moon
Heart will be bloom; we burst air from demons as quick as popping balloons
Conquering gloom; we see the light with the moon on a conglomerate moon
The rapture with raptor's and angels scorches hell's flames terrain in waves
We see light at the end of tunnels, and create snake ways for the free rain
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