In silken coils the serpent lies,
Its scales aglow with stolen light.
It whispers lies to open eyes:
“Old chains are wrong—forget the Christ.”
It sheds its skin with every age,
Discards the Cross like worthless dust.
It feeds on pride, on guilt, on rage,
And calls its poison “righteous trust.”
It twists through laws and schools and screens,
Rewriting truth with clever guile.
It mocks the King who died for sins
And builds its throne on human denial.
Yet every vow of perfect peace
Brings sharper fangs and tighter chains.
It speaks of love but will not cease
To crush the souls the Savior claims.
It promises a future bright,
While choking roots that lead to grace.
It slithers on through endless night,
Defying Him who took our place.
The Lamb who conquered death and grave
Exposes every twisted lie.
His blood alone has power to save—
The serpent’s venom cannot vie.
Beware the snake that never sleeps,
That beauty hides its ancient spite.
It offers heaven, yet it reaps
The ruin of the souls Christ bought with life.
Its name is sweet, its venom cold—
Progressivism, crowned in gold.
But those who cling to Christ, the bold,
See only darkness losing hold.
For Jesus reigns, the Serpent’s head
Was crushed beneath His righteous feet.
In Him alone is freedom spread—
The final victory is complete.