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Snake.
You snake,
you crawled, between, my legs,
said; "want, it all?
It's yours,
you bet!
I'll make, you Queen,
of everything.
No need, for God,
no need, for him.
Just take, my hand,
you'll be, my bride.
Just take, that fruit,
put it, inside."
You snake!
You dog!
You fake!
You liar!
I've burned my hands,
I'm in, the fire.
O-h!
You sodding dog!
You filthy liar!
My heart, it aches,
I'm in, the fire.
You snake!
I ate, a true, belief,
put rotten fruit, inside of me.
Oh Adam, please, you must, believe!
The snake, put it, in front, of me!
The snake, put it, in front, of me!
In front, of me!
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