Ouroboros

[the Draç]

In a circle with lust, the blood flows up.

The obelisk, during dusk, then begins to rise up.

With lust, no trust, the bitch comes through.

A girl who swears that she bears the name "Sue."

A fool in the dark, the smoking gun hiss.

An idiot who then feeds the hog, who's a snitch.

"Oh shit, oh no!" The hangman comes through.

Rigelean type thought like a left footed shoe.

Tell em' to "shoo," we upset the bear in the forbidden woods.

A sound that could only be heard from up above.

A snub, a slut, that is a fact of life.

Itching for head like he got lice.

Smoking spice, the crack that bleeds all that is blue.

The blood oxidizes, then turns into red from the goyim's "glue."

Puss is what I meant, a pussy then, "meows."

Whistling a hymn, the clouds do not allow.

What's found is what's mine, no more front to hide behind.

What's mine is not for sale, the ring that sounds at the bell.

Then fell, his name is Mike, God then kicks em to the curb.

While bae looks back and smiles and says, "Mike, you really sure?"