Court of Sinai

[the Draç]

The deepest pits, the crypt, the Venus Star on his hip.

For me, to chi, the kundalini cocaine spree.

What's free? Once bought, the imposter then caught.

To fight, to align, the 9th degree Illuminati (3lood)line.

What's lost, He then finds, like walking on water, while turning it into wine.

It's fine, and on time, is sinning like committing a crime?

To whine, when rhymed, Corono like lime.

Enshrined, to bind, to alienate one's fate.

To create, or to destroy? The risen Sin, the boy.

Like sauce, like soy, the only word that's left to rhyme is Roy.

To show, to prove, pimping an Arabic chick that comes through.

To leave, what's left? Rigel at its' best.

Then to finesse, the game, to say GG after chess.

The Moon, the Crest, it's always a full proof test.

Now you know, the b0w, aligned with Altair 3ear like woes.

What's reaped is then sown, 3abylon like Rome.

To roam, 5G, the new color of the 3umblebee.

When to read, to seed, the final product with Li.