Serpent Lies

FOR MY MOTHER whom I love. A true story When I was a boy my mother was most fair. She took me to church and was most marry there. By the spirit she know truths and with great care she did share. Oh our days were truly lovely there. Behold in learning she grow and I did to. Followed after me she came yet could not explain. I would tell her truths I've learned from God in the sky. She started to hear. yet then took her flight it was at midnight. Rejecting greater doctrines she came. Do it not I protest behold reject one then the rest. Caring not she went on until all things were gone. And oh how nothing could be done. Spirit reject once, it two shall come back a bunch. But reject a bunch I have a hunch no more rejected shall it be. But like her it shall reject thee. 

  The Torah is likened unto a women with seven veils. Who slowly and slowly bit by bit pulls forth her veils. One by one she drops. She dances she hops. Captivated in her that watch. Seeing more and more as she dance. Her feet not stopping to even glance. Before you know it all is seen. Her skin maid bear. Her garments most clean. When the last of the veils she dropped. A new face emerged one you know not. Behold in glory you shout. Yet the Torah she looks to thee in pouts. Naked and bear I now stand. Wherefore oh man if thou can. Take my hand and know me as you please. For I have much to give for all those who ceast to look not upon the veils but on me yea for veils are not me. For indeed I am hungry as are thee.