Snake Watching

Snake Watchin'

They snake in the tunnels of darkness
for their souls are twisted in hopes of a death
to end their mental anguish they grasp
the innocent and meek for they have no spine.
Running through the desert sands like a scorpion
to sting those who have found a better life
out of the shadows of their mentally chained existance.

The dark ages of modern times is in the spiritual mind that gardens deaths wake. There is no honor in deciet to smile and shake the hand of the woman that will escort you to hell before embarking to heaven. When the hull of life cradles in a coil of charred flesh that smells better than the soul of a person who puts any stock in a ficticious scribles of the corn that filled their minds void and set the soul a fire with visions, not facts.

It is hard to ask a snake to stand and fight like a man. Instead they wait in the shadows tremble and they shake with fear for they have not intellect, they have night-mares they call dreams. They are not allowed to think rational for then they would not be a serpent. The fangs only touch the innocent and easy prey, a cowards bite. That's my words and I'll take my stand, please lock me in a room...with a towel-a-ban.

I slam the Moo's lamb and spit in the snakes eye
A lot of, a lot of, Alas a lot of lies. May thunder bolts peirce HIS wreck'tem walls, all-a know is that this injustice shows the yellow
stripe down the serpents back and dishonor that shrouds a mind with any connection with being lower than a snakes belly. With honor and love we rebuild what was chipped by the inflicted,
discontent and zealous.

I can tell the swimmers to watch for sharks
and that the Eagle soars and the Afgan barks.
But most of all I say to you, mustard up some courage and hone your wits too, load your shells with powder from hell because the war on terrorism will be fought HERE, by me and you.
We are now the sentries for our country's sake,
Sitting on the front porch rocking shells, watching for snakes and where they dwell.