Golden vipers slither amidst the broken and ashen stones,
Spewing forth in tainted glory, grotesque and un holy lies.
Yet even still
a brave but fallen few, stand opposed, and rattle their desecrated bones.
Yet, all to no avail as the golden vipers of the chosen ones are lifted on high.
The heroes are now gone
And all that remain
Is a path of broken bones
Give way to a new world order
Malignant black masses gather in circles of three by three
and the frightened children of the light scatter upon tiny crippled feet.
They run in haste to a quicker fate, for their doom is what awaits,
for tongues of poison dipped in a liars hell, fall from the evil sky.
Vipers from hell,
Arrived to poison our minds
Cry oh ye nation, cry for the day that once was, cry for the fallen brave.
For they are gone
And the vipers
Desecrate their bones
Even though shards of truth once pierced this black and evil time,
And there were once men that in the face of treason
who held on to what was right and within reason,
but they have since gone on… succumbing to the evil times
and loosing their once virtuous mind.
They are no longer,
For the venom of hate
Has made the masses blind.
And they that survive,
are those that have accepted the un holy lies
Of the Golden Vipers with blue eyes.
J. Allen Wilson © 2004