Supriem Rockefeller

[the Draç]

To deploy certain riddles with blatant like heat.

A Seraph that burns, they're covered, his feet.

It is not cheap to seek, and go through the intiation.

An American God who rules all the nations.

To rise through the spine, from Osiris to Hor.

Abide by time, we then check the score.

His number is four, the story, the lore.

The fire so hot, my soul is then sore.

Risen from the core, the Naga that speaks.

On top of the mountain, with his fame at the peak.

Playing for keeps, the blood that seeps.

An Angel that sheds, the souls that we reap.