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New Year's Day, 
false prophets emerge from champagne bubbles
predicting the end of mankind,,,they may be right this time.

In Red China, it's the year of the green wood snake
Poised to slither into Taiwanese air space.
Persia and the red bear are vomiting on the planet again
seemingly without a care-eternally hell bent.
Beneath mountains, elitist and powers that be 
have built vast doomsday cities. 
Hoarding false status and blood wealth
preparing for the end times-the singing of the dove...
and they call me crazy for harboring
a two-month supply of crumbs and caliber
a futile effort to protect what I love.
delay the afterlife....but why.

I've noticed for a long time-smiles are hard to come by 
In the big easy, a sleeper cell came alive.
My prayers for peace-died on the vine...once again 

Inauguration day is on the star spangled Horizen
The newly elected, circled by congressional vipers.
He's been bloodied again and again...but still thrives
Some call him a patriot, the savior of the republic
others chant he's the anti-Christ-
The green wood snake and the great red bear
would love to put a claw and fang to his hide.

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