Long ago
Before sense
Moral panic
Fingers point
Accusations
So unfair
Mora
They launch their assault
We watch the bombs fall
The hate of
Born into a sick world
Survival uncertian
Some don't make it to
I am the snake
I am the wind and the
Scales for skin
Product of sin
Shunned by religion
The reptilian
Cold bloo
Triumphant
Wreck the weak
Call it evil
Devil's speak
Everday
A new storm
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Hideous
Can't stand to bear
I turn away
I shouldn't stare
But it's like