Fashion your fear in all its detail.
Make your sin shiny, sleek and dangerous.
Fill its fangs with all the venom you can muster.
Gaze upon it, and know that you are greater
than the thing which you create.
Know that you are fearfully and wonderfully made
in the image which escapes imagination.
Live: leave the serpent cast in bronze behind you.
God, your God, will not abandon you in the desert.