Den of Vipers - Fluent In Snake

O generation of vipers, how can ye, being evil, speak good things? for out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh (Matthew 12:34) 

Like attracts like is the maxim that applies itself readily, to the gatherings we are witnessing, when Trump and his brood of vipers, cluster in the den known as the oval office in the White House, to pronounce the plans they have to kill the populace, whether they be citizens of their own soil, or citizens of other countries, to harness power and thieve away property. 

Press conferences are called to pronounce, all manner of poisons, now available at a reduced price, affordable for the obese and poor: out of the mouth of a murderer, we hear good things, not bad things, and in the background, a man is made by an invisible hand, to bend at the knees, his legs disabled from holding up his own weight: how eery and apropos. 

The collapse is mixed into the recipe, dear reader. One cannot handle poison with bare hands, and not expect some to seep into the skin, and next the muscle and fat, and sinew too. Playing with poison whilst amongst a brood of vipers, is dangerous business, and each time these men gather in groups, and hiss death and murder via medicament, they are bound to get bitten and poisoned too. Is this, dear reader, what poetic justice looks like?

O generation of vipers, how can ye, being evil, speak good things?

I wonder at the tremor, the shaking, the constant fear, that must like a dark cloud, shadow these men that speaketh evil thinly disguised as good. Donald Trump is known as a man of business, and what, pray tell, is his business? Is it to make lots and lots of money? Is it to be rich, very very rich? And what of success: is he very very great, and successful? By what standards, and by what means? 

Like does indeed attract like. Our very best company is the company we feel the very best in. The people that are most like us speak our native tongue, and the native tongue of snakes is something common to all of Satan's little vipers. Snakes are good at slithering and sneaking, and when they sink their teeth into the unsuspecting, to deliver venomous toxic saliva to immobilize their victims, they accomplish what their daddy the Devil has sent them to do: weaken, wound, immobilize, kill. The native tongue of these vipers, asps, deadly serpents, consists of lies, misrepresentations, inversions, duplicity, grandiosity, hyperbole, exaggeration, simple repetition of insipid statements ad nauseam, and strange imaginary scenarios meant to bend the minds of listeners, and hopefully have them asking the question: What was that he/she said? come again?

... for out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh

What comes out of the mouth flows from an abundance in the heart. The murderers dressed in business attire and invited to stand around the president of death in the oval office at the White House on November the 6th, 2025, speak snake; they are fluent in their native tongue, taught to them by the father of lies, the master of deception, the angel that presents himself as an angel of light, but is utter inky black darkness. 

Imagine with me, how an abundance of evil, works its way out of the mouth of a man. There is a store house there, dear reader, and it behooves us to look closely at our own words, as evidence of what takes up space, in our own hearts. Do you speak life, or death, to others?

Cameras are everywhere, and the wicked track us as though they are entitled entrance into our private lives, since their daddy the Devil appropriates and copy cats what God Almighty does. Power and control over life and death is the name of the game they play; alas, God sees all, and that should frighten each of us, and have us feel a measure of trepidation, and shame, especially when our intentions are far from good. 

Think with me of the all seeing eyes of the Lord: 

Hebrews 4:13

Neither is there any creature that is not manifest in his sight: but all things are naked and opened unto the eyes of him with whom we have to do 

The dropping of the old executive that ought to be thinking about his own mortality, rather than cashing in on the morbidly obese via sales of ozempic, is emblematic of the state of mind, and heart, of people who are mercenary in their machinations. Making a living, getting wealthy, amassing a fortune by poisoning the populace, has a way of coming back and biting hard, the hand that administers. 

The scene that occurred in that den filled with vipers, will happen again, and again, just as it is happening all over the world to common folk. It is very common indeed, for the wicked to have their day of reckoning, in front of viewing audiences.  

Acts 12:21-23

And upon a set day Herod, arrayed in royal apparel, sat upon his throne, and made an oration unto them. And the people gave a shout, saying, It is the voice of a god, and not of a man. And immediately the angel of the Lord smote him, because he gave not God the glory: and he was eaten of worms, and gave up the ghost. 

Those that love the spotlight and are willing to leverage their souls for their moment under the hideous brightness of camera lights, ought to be frightened. Insidious repercussions have a way of sneaking and slithering into the mind, causing the heart to tremble in resounding fear.