Serpents Nest

The wolves do lope high and free 
in mountainous trails and her masonary 
the hallowed wood and rocky clefts 
hold the dens of their hidden nests 
Golden eyes pierce thickened dark 
hunting prey within their park 
hot breath raises mist in their flight 
with urges to run in thick of night 
lounging with the pack on a hill 
neath the moon silent and still 
The forest with all her rookery 
cast eyes below to the pack they see 
the cold crypt of the earth below 
blood covered in splays of snow 
pale ice rugs flow on ground and rocks 
as the pack do run seeking the flocks 
the burrow of the white wolf and her pups 
upon her milk the fledgling sups 
the shiver of their meal in deathly gore 
lying torn apart on the forest floor 
the sineous beauty of their agility 
of taking prey down with ability 
The dominate male and alpha mate 
are always first in hunger to slate 
how many priests have nature of pack 
are hidden in darkness and innocence lack 
looking for victims the prey that they stalk 
in secret places the plans of it talk 
Religion that is false will slaughter the sheep 
to not be it's prey the truth you must keep 
her princes are wolves ravening prey 
the word of the truth they seek to stay 
they would come clothed in appearace of light 
but within the gown is blackness of night 
With a flood of lies He seeks to decieve 
and devour the hearts of those who believe 
The serpent lays in the den of his mate 
The Queen of Harlots , Babylon the Great 

Ez. Rev. Mat 7:15-16