No, you are not the Snake from the Eden's Garden,
Neither demon nor the devil.
You make my peace and senses ardent,
Inspire me, and I forget that I've been careful.
You are my sorrow and grief,
Your frozen eyes shoot my birds,
You step on me as if I'm a fallen leaf,
I need to believe your illusory words.
Please, write me a Bible,
My only idol.
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