Laocoön, Laocoön,
Was it a gift from the "gods?"
Why doubt now when against all the odds?
It always comes back...
To the neverending cycle of a serpent
Creeping it's way through the cracks
Of its masons of servants
Statues caught in the act
To preserve truth's one deterrent
So will you be so bold
As the priest who saw through it?
With a chiseled out arm
And your loved ones in a bind
Will you hold onto the one truth
And kill the two lies into sublime?
The same serpent of old...
Promising lead into gold
Enslaving the masses
And coating the pure land in false oil
A constant rebirth, until it's fangs seek deep in
Laocoön, don't back down now
It's time for the lie to end
Unravel it from it's tale
And work your way to the head
Yes, dear reader,
You'll face the marks of the fangs
But for those who stand for truth
May a new cycle take the serpent's place
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©palewriter
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