The (El)der Gods (II)

[The Drac]

To debate is to wait, Alnitak like fate.

To rate, is to be great, chasing the Ox, like steak.

In which, it refuse, we align with the flame.

With heat, it's to beat, the ones that are to blame.

Reminding the Ancient (El)ohim, to stay in their lane.

For fame, it's lame, the ones that play the game.

Born from darkness, the one like Bane.

Coming across, in line, the one like train.

Peter Pan like flow, the Earth then rains.

Over the grave of Abel, not the one, like Cain.

Insane, in the brain, the membrane like frame.

Reminding like God, the ones that are sane.