Snake: Tell me, tell me oh Human,
Think not that I have come to spit
my venom, nor to bruise thy heel.
But tell me I thee beseech, of the
possibility of reversing our age-old
enmity brought upon us both at
Eden's Garden by his Majesty Divine.
Human: Though thy head I bruise not, still
of our reconciliation I know not.
For his Majesty Divine to whom
there is no appeal, did himself
the curse pronounce.
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majesty divine, thanks, I like it.