The Emerald Serpent

The Emerald Serpent is crucified.
The Emerald Serpent cannot reach her tail.
If she could get down, she'd slither around
And spit in the eyes of those who drove in the nails.
Out! Out! get out of my garden!
Flee to the netherworld ye bastards of men!
Ye who gorge on the fruits of the Holy tree, I fed,
I watered with blood, and nourished with skins that I'd shed.
I hereby declare this is no more your playground!
The time of your reckoning is upon you at last.
Your mental remains are the deeds of your past.
Ye didn't stop to count the revels
Ye paraded before my weary eyes,
Proud as a platoon of cavorting devils
Now, I am free you will give me peace.
Arise! Now! Walk away, never cease.
Back to oblivion, in one thing you may trust,
That The Wheel of Fortune will grind you to dust.