Every night, people try to sleep.
People fear death, the secrets he keeps.
Every rainfall, people fall.
Spiders... Every night they crawl.
"Why do we have death, have death at all?"
"As the protection/balance to avoid starvation from over populace", the snake said.
"Why do we have the night? I hate it, I cannot see. Not at all."
The snake patiently coiled contently. "Without night, the sun cannot rest nor can you.... Though you may not believe it true."
Impatiently, man watching people recooping inside during a heavy rain, as thunder and lightning sets fire to a nearby tree. The snake unphased by this, he begins to yawn a hiss. "Rain is but the water the earth drinks. Without it, would you even have sinks?" Before the man could lift a lip to speak. His face said it all.
In disbelief and impatience, the man shuffles around and shows the snake a spider bite he had displayed. "Bet you can't explain this one, explain this one. If you can. Spiders belong under my foot, shoe, or hand. Understand?"
The snake sighed tired of playing these games. "Without spiders.... The world would never be the same. Bugs everywhere, man's ignorance and hatred to blame. Spiders control pestilence, and balance the world as we know it. Everything does. Things you love. Things you hate. It doesn't relate. The world doesn't revolve around you. It was here before you, even before man. Do you now understand?"
Before the man could much less ask any further about why the snake could talk or why he existed and knew so much... He was gone. The snake knew the next question that the man would infact ask, but he... Didn't actually know. Crazy to believe. It started to snow.
Today was the day he fell. So hard, no bones could break. He would suffer bearing the pain, bearing the pain forever. Oh the ache. Of mankind.
He himself, she herself, we ourselves cannot explain.
The day you will remember, that of the snake.
Needn't question if it was fake.
He has nothing left to lose, not even faith.
That's why everyone... Fears a snake.
