Snakes in the grass
It’s the full moon of our times
they’re awake and stir
the malcontents whine
the schemers slither
the conspirators whisper
the agitators rattle
the instigators coil
the hellions hiss
the hooligans hunt
the miscreants threaten
the scoundrels spit
the reprobates crawl
the thugs strike
the doomsayers gather
the hellraisers have united intent on mayhem
they’ll have their fun and think they’ve taken over
but the time is here for sanity and reason to reappear
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