And again the sea of wasted Wasted scent of Venus Venus casts down the decry Decry tainted spice red Red is the number of the spider Spiders web rehearsed acidic Acid creates the pattern Pattern marked onto naked flesh And the flesh is now but grass Tall grass that cloaks the serpent The serpent which births the stone The stone is inscribed with law But the law conflicts with virtue And virtue sheds a thousand tears Tears upon which you trample And drown becoming again serpent
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