The Heyoka Rite

[the Draç]

The balloons then pop, Hell is the next stop.

Eating children because it's the cream of the crop.

Don't stop now, the light infuses.

Collecting souls, Angelics are confusing.

To weep is to cry, I say, "Try next time!"

Abide by signs, the astronomical data in the brain, inside.

Here's a riddle, "You must be on your guard!"

From a far, the raw, stay safe at the bar.

Bottom's up, then DUI with the green car.