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The Snake

3/25/2016

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The Snake

That Serpent of old,
is the loathing one.
By witting invitation,
many embrace him.
Others by willful ignorance.
He lingers anxiously,
underfoot.
Spying on his prey,
he watches.
Drawing near,
is the perfect time,
when he'll rear
his wicked head.
Strike, he will,
with deadly force.
He threatens,
with bold assertion;
"My venomous bite
is but a moment away,"
he sneers.
"By my will,
I shall roam.
I will roam the earth,
seeking throughout.
Like a lion,
I will roam.
I will seek out all.
All, whom I may devour!"
With abhorrent delight,
he resumes his boast.
"Just a moment longer,
my path shall be cleared.
The holy ones,
are my obstruction.
They, whom have kept me
and keep me still,
contained.
Soon, they shall depart!"
"Alas!," with vile excitement,
he exclaims,
"My ancient agenda,
can finally be exhumed
and skillfully applied."
Slyly he slithers,
to an exodus,
from the demon's den.
The horrific snake,
bears his defiant fangs
and trumpets his call;
"Hear, here!"
He proclaims,
"My enemy
has withdrawn.
His troops,
he has gathered,
are homeward bound."
With a prideful heart
and an angry hiss,
he shouts out,
a terrifying command;
"Forward march,
to my world order!"
He raises his horns.
The horns of delusion
and grandeur.
With a fatal bite,
he sinks his teeth deep,
deep within the
compromised flesh.
For a time, he reigns supreme,
by his self acclamation.
His empirical season,
though it be short,
he's forced into
submission.
The Way,
The Truth,
The Life,
triumphs in glory!
From The Light,
he recoils back,
into the black hole.
He's reduced to the least,
of all the beasts.
In the eternal abyss,
he writhes.
Under command,
of his former
platoon of pawns,
his deflated domain
and fallen rank,
forever undeployed.

Oh, but Lord,
we can rejoice!
You, as the
Sacrificial Lamb,
Crushed the serpant's head.
Hallelujah!
Christ died!
Christ is risen!
Christ will come again!
Every knee will bow.
Every tongue will confess,
Jesus is the Lord of lords,
The King of kings and
All the people say,
Amen!
(c) Douglas K Clare
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