They promise freedom,
But they themselves are slaves.
For whatever overcomes a person,
To that he is enslaved (1 Pet. 2:19).
O’ they tell me sin is sweet,
Forget the poison.
Yes, it’s sold as the elixir of life,
But merely spits out death.
The dragon is a chameleon,
And the lion crouches.
The fruit it was sweet,
But now our teeth they ache.
For when we welcome the serpent into the Garden,
We get turned out ourselves and no longer welcome each other.
He was a liar from the beginning,
May we show ourselves not to be his sons.