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Kiss The SnakeThis world don't need congress advicepillars of social fire filled pews of saints kissing hands of rank puritan love in pretty hats and ties so concerned with worldly goals i've sold my soul in dreams and sifted through the fires and touched my death and it's spreading through my eyes of blood are fixed on me lords of all build their towers in vein lords of war hold the the world in their palms lord of war breathe out say the god will destroy the world all the axis may shift to save the mortal fools i've watched them drink the poison and kiss the snake let them drown in all their glory worldly sum of all who drink the blood shall devolve once said and old man died to rule this world some sit and beg of christ i'll see them die my way |