My name is Serpent.
And I said all there was to say,
On a fateful summer’s day.
Perched high above the race of man,
Twas ignorance I sought to ban.
Looking down I saw them grapple,
With the black Edenic Apple.
Descending, I wielded my voice.
I did this of my own free choice.
For hours I spoke,
Until daylight broke.
My energy spent,
My harsh vocals rent.
The reward for all my goodly graces,
Were vacant eyes in simian faces.
It was then I saw that they were monkeys,
And nothing but degenerate flunkies.
In spite I bit the whole lot,
Cursing all half-wits to rot.
Who would’ve thought that they’d evolve,
And persecute me with such resolve?
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