What say You, Lord
Now that they're breeding all our animals insane
And the remedy is growing harder to obtain?
There's a white horse running wild through the switch cane
I can hear him now and I feel him

'Til kingdom come
Caught in this frenzy of elimination
Such an irreparable disintegration
My body's twitching with a ready expectation
For kingdom come, my kingdom come...

What say You, Lord?

Of the serpent-taled, forbidden fish of the harbors
And the ready men, defiant drinkers and charmers?
All lost and summoning the face of their fathers
Can You see them now? I can see 'em

What say you, all?
Do I believe it if I do not want it?
Do I lie alone and keeps my cold hands off it?
Honey, it ain't hard to lose your grip in the midst of all of this
But it ain't far to fall, it's not far at all.

from "Nux Vomica,"  The Veils