Crush The Head Of The Serpent


Cursed ancient one, you slithering snake
Trails in the sand and dirt you will make
Eat the dust, your sustenance made
For your deception, the price you've paid
The age-old falsehood, by lies to ensnare
With forked tongue tasting the air

Precision strike, the venom inject
Years of mendacity, ways to infect
Equivocation, untruths are told
Beguiling the masses, a concept of old
Jealousy to God, your plan of condemnation
Entice humankind with multitude temptation

Your crafty ways, the plan to deceive
That day in the Garden when spoken to Eve

Jesus took it all, the Lamb who was slain
His payment on the cross, body wracked with pain
Death could not hold Him, divine resurrection
Took the keys of death & hell, sin disconnection
Doomed to destruction, your fate has been sealed
When Christ returns, His glory revealed

Crush the head of the serpent

Lucifer, you better run! Run!
He's coming! He's coming!
It is finished!

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