On the throne sits the snake
Coiled and irate
Self-righteous, unforgiving
Lies lining the fork of his tongue, drip from his fangs
Inflicting wounds that never mend

Omnipotent God he sees in mirrors
Seraphic

From atop the growing tower of our bones
Indifferently condemning all
At his whim our dismal fate
From his mouth but venomous gall

Ophidian, slithering
Deceitful serpentine

Illustrious morph of man
Despot in guise of saviour
Any blame he will carelessly relinquish
Like shedding his skin

Ophidian, slithering, decеitful
Through the vast of death he causеd
He winds, serpentine
Never again shall we suffer the hissing
The subversive, malicious lies
Lining the fork of his tongue
Drip from his fangs
Inflicting wounds that never mend
Omnipotent
God he sees in mirrors