There is a stirring
A whirring
A ruckus in the fields.

The corn has turned to sugar
The words have been congealed.

I fear the ears are closed,
and the fate of us been sealed.

I wish. I wish,
and hope and pray;

to the ma-jor comp-anies

tony abbott (tony abbott)
hasn't kneel'd

The water shedding.
A moment for the vipers,
And then;
Snap!
Change sides!

Doused again, time heals.
Memory erases all.
Ultimately;
Snakes