Coptic, optic!
Facing the Red Wall;
To spent time with the serpent,
As you went into the garden.
Soles, poles!
With the muse of your life,
In the garden;
Being taught by the serpent.
Slow of heart to believe in the works of the truth! !
Being with the serpent,
Leaving the truth,
Rather being taught by ther serpent today;
In the dark!
In the garden,
To the wrong side of life.
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