Lord Kingù Nungal (The Death Angel)

[the Draç]

The Lord of Hunger, we feast like a holiday.

Making sure we say grace, then kiss the top notch Bae.

A wave, so hot, then the flame ignites.

Transformed after, that love like vampiric bite.

A Scorpio at Heart, we abide by Orion Lies.

The God that once said, "You live, then eventually die."

A Master of Death, I raise the saber.

Slaving like she's going through labor.

The toungue, we better, the Truth always hurts. 

Bilinguel with the Spirit, from the Bottom, we lurk.

A test of wit, we raise our fists, like berserk.

Godly like work, the light experiences then, first.

No more pain, we ignore the lopsided curse.

Now you know why we continue to work.

Buried deep, the holocron holds our soul.

Need half & half with our coffee, after the bowl.

Mary Jane, my love, she loves to murk.

Making sure we eat, after we tuck in our shirts.

Abducting thoughts, the meteor then hits.

Ibliss, the Jinn, who wants just a bit.

After running into Eve, Adam then became sick.

The Glorious EA, he taught them Heyoka like tricks.

Coming from Saturn, the infamous Unholy Six.

The flag that lies, then raises like the Pentagram, o so lit.

The heat that rises through our spine.

The love like attitude, the feeling so sublime!

Like Britney Spears, "Hit me baby one more time!"