In the shadows of the moon hides the ancient reptile,
Blood-starved eyes watching, biding its time,
Just waiting for you to make a mistake,
Any mistake will do...

Why?
I’ve asked myself the question a thousand times,
Why does the reptile prey upon us?
After all, it has everything, and I mean everything,
All the material wealth belongs to it,
All the lands, all the gold, all the silver, the brain-washing tool, ooops, I mean the ‘entertainment media’,
Why? Why? Why does the ancient reptile prey on us,
Hiding in the silhouette of its own Dracula moon?

I don’t at all claim to know the answers,
But one thing I do know,
The reptile knows nothing of pure, mother-love,
The reptile knows nothing of authentic friendship,
The reptile knows nothing of the joy of serving a fellow-being,
The reptile knows nothing about authentic peace of mind,
Thus, bereft of love, joy, and peace,
It literally tries in vain, to vicariously usurp what it can via preying on the innocents...