Kiss the Serpent
Siren echo through the Isles,
Maidens kiss the edge of water.
Homer once tread these giant's shores,
Tall men trample on hills of Nevermore.
The forests of night stir,
As we dance naked through the trees.
Insulting our puritan brethren,
They want not me, but the death i bring.
A serpent urges me forward,
With smiling eyes it invites me in.
To the absolute uncertain,
Your education blinds my children.
Blood is the rose of life,
Without it everything dies.
Kiss now, the serpentine Idol,
Cement your place in our emotion.
Testing the bounds of reality,
Authority comes knocking at my Sanctuary door.
Taking the truth from what lies within,
Leaving choas and disorder.
The forest screams, a fire burns;
Ambushed at rest by the sun.
In all its grandier life stands fading,
Smacked in the face, so wilts the rose.
A serpent urges me forward,
With smiling eyes it invites me in.
To the absolute uncertain,
Your education blinds my children.
Blood is the rose of life,
Without it everything dies.
Kiss now, the serpentine Idol,
Cement your place in our emotion.
Blood is the rose of life,
A mantra we all live by.
Now flames lick at my flesh,
A most vile smell to say the least.
No chance to catch the life thrown at me,
Strung up on high, like thier god himself.
I feel my life trickle from me,
As consiousness fades, So wilts my rose....
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