God, do you feel anger?
Remorse? Regret?
When you look down on your creation?
Snakes that resemble men dwell among your children
And they feed, and they breed

Serpents feeling comfort
There should be cold contempt
Blind to their lies, we embrace them
We embrace them

Accustomed to their presence
Seeking less of yours
Solace in prayer slowly fades
Broken is Nehushtan
Shattered as should be
Deliver us from the evil we condone

I will send venomous snakes among you
Vipers that cannot be charmed
And they will bite
They will bite you