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The Serpent

We will make the World from the worldly

A treasure from the pain

A dream from a diamond

A victor from the slain

A serpent's sting in the dew-stained grass

Venom of Death and Life

Veins pulse like molten glass

Liquid Creation, like a knife

Unseen to mortal eyes

But from above, the Heavens rise

From the grass, through the snake

In the heart, from the stake

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