SERPENT'S
NEST
The
wolves do lope high and free
in
mountainous trails and her masonry
the
hallowed wood and rocky clefts
hold
the dens of their hidden nests
Golden
eyes pierce thickened dark
hunting
prey within their park
hot
breath raises mist in their flight
with
urges to run in thick of night
lounging
with the pack on a hill
neath
the moon silent and still
The
forest with all her rookery
cast
eyes below to the pack they see
the
cold crypt of the earth below
blood
covered in splays of snow
pale
ice rugs flow on ground and rocks
as
the pack do run seeking the flocks
the
burrow of the white wolf and her pups
upon
her milk the fledgling sups
the
shiver of their meal in deathly gore
lying
torn apart on the forest floor
the
sineous beauty of their agility
of
taking prey down with ability
The
dominate male and alpha mate
are
always first in hunger to slate
how
many priests have nature of pack
are
hidden in darkness and innocence lack
looking
for victims the prey that they stalk
in
secret places the plans of it talk
Religion
that is false will slaughter the sheep
to
not be it's prey the truth you must keep
her
princes are wolves ravening prey
the
word of the truth they seek to stay
they
would come clothed in appearance of light
but
within the gown is blackness of night
With
a flood of lies He seeks to deceive
and
devour the hearts of those who believe
The
serpent lays in the den of his mate
The
Queen of Harlots , Babylon the Great
Ez.
Rev. Mat 7:15-16
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