Sunday, March 08, 2020

the house that traitors build



The house that traitors build
The structures will be weak and soulless
Once the call of the wind begin louder
The whirring sound of trembling fear

Judas Iscariot knows the score
He can't stand upright to hold the line
It will dangle over his head by the wind
He knows the score in his head

The 11 pieces of gold will be scattered
Glowing up with the light to spread it
Catching the wolves and crocodiles
Burning slowly as they watch their dues

Rising up with the golden rays
Burning flesh and rising cry of help
The strong wind keep on its pressure
Judas Iscariot knows the score

The monkeys can't jump
The cables break and look bewildered
The kilo frogs hop to the nearest drain
Wishing the golden lights stay away

The house that traitors build
It may take shape but it will fall
Once the strong wind roaring in
Nothing will stop on its angry blows

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