
This is a poem I wrote after eading Numbers 21:4-9. If you look up the verses or know them, this poem will make more sense.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 134 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-07-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2749643
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Fiery pain
My skin is crawling
The world is turning black;
Black and red,
One massive blur,
The heartless viper wraps itself around my arm
The demon sent to torment me
I shake it off
But the venom
Of my hate and foolish desires
Has taken over
2 red slashes
Against my ash-pale skin
In this black and grayscale world
Why am I suddenly on my knees?
Why are my eyes closing?
Why am I falling backwards into the hot sand?
Bloody trail
Serpent's bite
My senseless sin
Lord, take away the pain,
Punish the serpent once more!
Gleaming bronze
A snake shines in the setting sun
High up on a pole
The world's color is coming back,
And the pain is gone.
The snake healed me;
No, the Lord did.
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