Found yourself a serpent this time,
Flames are spitting sure from his tongue and his eyes,
Lusting for the fruits we have tried,
Pluck yourself an eyelash and pray that your bones will rise.
Speaking in tongues, you've got gin in your belly.
Yes, something was wrong from the start.
With eyes wide and dark, you have something to tell me.
I carry your
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