Strike the Serpent

Desperate ones seek that so called success Lost are those liars so savage and so stressed Endlessly climbing those crookedness ladders Misguided like missiles...snatching the silver and grabbing the gold Warm hearts turn to stone Goodness to greed Driven mad by their desires Driven mindless by their nightmarish needs The serpent he slithers and he seethes To him dead ends and devastation is all that really matters So strike the serpent and watch his slaves all scatter Waging wars against the weak...without a rhyme without a reason True ones turn to treason Silence fills the scene Solve the problem at the source Fury turns into fire Faith turns into force Hell rides in on a hate filled horse Icy fangs sink into iron fists Venom flows volcanic while treachery it twists Fools and fiends get bullied and beaten...bashed and battered Mind over money and money over matter So strike the serpent and watch his slaves all scatter That serpent of old is clever and cold Victims still drown in his venom Never reading the signs and signals from high Eternity waits now to eat him Still many are the stars he meets when the sun goes down Smiles soon turn to frowns Cursed are those clowns Stuck like magnets on metal merry go rounds Sliding into sin and into the smoke the scared ones scatter So strike the serpent and watch his slaves all scatter