He Rolled Snake Eyes The Day He Was Born

Psalm 58:3-5

The wicked are estranged from the womb;
They go astray as soon as they are born,
Speaking lies.
Their poison is like the poison of a serpent;
They are like the deaf cobra
That stops its ear,
Which will not heed the voice of charmers,
Charming ever so skillfully.

He Rolled Snake Eyes The Day He Was Born

It wasn’t his fault
He was handed the dice
That nobody blew on,
He only clutched them in a baby's hand,
Reared back and threw,
The two single dots became the eyes
That he saw through the rest of his life,
What do you do when you face the wicked?
You can be charmed it’s for sure,
You can be beguiled into eating poison mushrooms,
Or taking a drop of cobra venom on the tongue,
All in order to see and understand
What you are facing,
The Wicked acting holy and the Holy
Rolling lucky dice,
Rising up out of their Basket of Holiness
To the tune
Of the Piper who beguiles them
Ever so skillfully
To rise and weave to and fro,
Dancing to the sounds of holiness,
Their eyes fixed upon the two white dots
Of the dice
That bounce off the end of the craps table
Telling their fortune.