Snakes
The wombs of the Linear topple end
Come they wheeze, the whistle of the last key
Tumbled limbs of wheeling the losses mend
Gone they serpents fangs like you and me
Tale of Eden foe the scales of the good name
Just as sure as the cries have sleeved through the scheme
Names of salvation, roots that govern to your flame
Foes of the heavens I am, my runaway dream
Utilize the Orion chase, taste from the nostril tied and the twist
Unfurling the viral manifest, serve his cocktail delight
Chaining the cycle of life it preys in the mist
Open wide the gates let them all in the tunnel tonight