Year of the Green Wood Snake
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 airspace.
Persia and the red bear are vomiting on the planet again.
Seemingly without a care- eternally hell-bent.
Beneath mountains, elitists have built vast doomsday cities.
Hoarding false status and blood wealth.
Preparing for the end times-the singing of the dove...
They call me crazy for hoarding a few crumbs and caliber.
A futile effort to protect what I love.
Inauguration day is on the star-spangled Horizon.
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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