We see the vipers of distance. Crawl into our lives everyday. Breeding our Eden’s of hatred. Pathetically stupid and unkind. We couldn’t look a saint in the eye. . On the storm. It’s time to go. On the storm. It’s time to go. . Marching in lines of contradiction. Forgetting the history we make. Loving our hangmen as the penultimate joke. We lack the Moses . . to look. A saint in the eye.