A Serpent's Creed

You said you'd give Him everything-
You, with your shifty eyes, your forked tongue.
"Everything" is an absolute,
unaffected by what is convenient to you.
He offered you an escape,
He wouldn't let you be alone-
But you wanted a rescue,
not a stepping stone.

It's people like you
Who make me hate this place,
but we're not really all that different...
wicked with a smiling face.
You make me sick, you liar, you fake-
the face of an angel, the heart of a snake;
And right at the moment when all was at stake,
you made Him a promise you KNEW you would break.

Then you waited for Him to come take you home,
knowing He cared too much to let you suffer alone;
When all of a sudden you felt hands around your neck,
and you said, "But I've done nothing! Get me out of this mess!"
But that's just it, you've done NOTHING at all,
so why do you expect someone else to take the fall?
You just close your eyes and ears to truth
and allow pride to take over you.

You let those fingers close around your throat,
Forcing the life out, nice and slow.
And you wonder how He could let this happen to you-
alone with no hope of rescue.
How could He do this?
Let you fall?
Doesn't He care?
Do you matter at all?

You hate those cold, dead fingers around your neck,
but you haven't figured out who they belong to yet.
You scream, "It's the devil who's doing this to me!"
But examine it closer, you won't believe what you see.
You look like a fool putting the devil in his place
with your hands around your throat; indignant smile on your face-
Because you KNOW there's no way you have put yourself there.
You wonder, "Who did this? It just isn't fair."

But you broke a vow once consecrated,
Knowing He'll forgive you and love you anyway.
So you need to let go of the hopes you've created.
You promised Him a life alone, so keep it that way.

Paul talks about what is required of you,
so keep your hands clean, don't just talk, follow through.
YOU ARE BOUND TO A PROMISE THAT'S BIGGER THAN YOU.

And yet you cling desperately to your own selfish desires;
Choking yourself, adding fuel to the fire
of the hell you've created with decisions you made.
You are the culprit. You are to blame.

And I hate the way you laugh and smile;
Your forked tongue hidden behind your teeth;
A joyful laugh, but I hear the hiss underneath.

When He offered His hand, you struck, you bit,
pouring venom through his veins, but that's not the worst of it-
You crept inside Him, coiled around His heart,
And you squeezed until you ripped it apart.
Then you stood back and screamed.
He's dead on the floor.
Clenching your throat, you choke as He bleeds,
and you scream, "How could You do this to me?!
I've done nothing, I need rescuing!"
Desperate for comfort in a time of need,
You buy into your lies; a serpent's creed.

You deserve worse than hell for the things you've done.
Your justifications are useless, you're not fooling anyone.
You've deceived yourself into thinking you've done no harm,
and you've deceived others, it's part of your charm.
You deserve to suffer, I hope it hurts
And I hope that it haunts you every day.
This is what you get for breaking the only heart that matters-
This is the price you pay.

Sing your woes to someone who cares,
Life is a breath and you're choking on air;
And you sit in your trenches, waiting to be saved,
But you're killing yourself; you dug your own grave.
You bank on redemption because He makes things okay,
You did all of this yourself, and now you must pay.

Wickedness comes naturally, it's hard to do what's right.
You used to talk about being better than that,
but we lost you in the fight.
I have watched you become everything you hate.
You've got the face of an angel,
The heart of a snake.



-Lo-