The Cult of Souls

[the Draç]

Dedicated to those who do the underground railroad.

This ain't about race, or the tortoise and the hare.

Her skin is fair, her Jesus is cheap.

Wanting to *bleep*, and I ain't talking bout love.


Is you soft as a dove, or ferocious like a Bear?

Your answer is incorrect, you've inherited Esau, with his hair.

The bloodline of Issacs's, the Scythians that rule.

My maenads who give offerings with blood, to the pool.


Havin' to collect, as I feed my Heru.

Even tho he is a Blood, his mother's name is Blue.

Before I continue, to break your body down as bread.

By the time dinner is finished, my skin finally sheds.


From lead to gold, this is the House of Dragon, the Show.

Your blood that dries, this is what provides the blow.

The netherworld that's hot, as a necromancer, "What up Doc?"

Your souls in knots, the (War)lock's cream of the crop.