Sistine cobras deleted from the ceiling.
In the future they'll believe
man used to live in the sky.
We've now severed ourselves from the poison
healing and all that. The worn roads of bellies
we passed on by.
Hide the scales from our eyelids
the antlers from our ears.
To hide our paws from the dirt
they will fan out their hoods,
bare their fangs,
and ignore the rest of our body.
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