I guess that they are right, those lying snakes, with the blackness of their tongues.
A light to never emerge is a mistake a threat and bond.
But the coiled snakes are shivering in poison
and the rest are drawn in fire.
In the shadows are the prisoners.
And too the death we must fight to help them get away.
For the snakes we must steak our lives to defeat the lies and dirty words and then we save the day.