Snake Island

Saving tiny sneks
That's the mission of the day
We don't choose our roles

Nor do we choose homes
We choose our compassion though
And God loves lovers

Prepare snakes to sticks
And call them from the four winds
This will take legions

Call them through their dreams
Let their visions lead them here
We will need them all

New Year and New Day
Conjure all the King's horses
Bring all the King's men

Now it's all for one
No more is it an option
Despite divisions

Let our hells be this:
To remember our worst days
Then being shown grace

Maybe we will fail
But let us fail lovingly
Let God be our judge

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