The Orion Wars

[the Draç]

Inflate the currency, our Word is our bond.

The grass cut short, the level like lawn.

To ignore, is to lie, the Pit then forsakes.

Reminded when it was our birthday, the fat kid takes the cake.

To bake, is to flirt, align with whatever is the trend.

The false balance beam, the World that eventually bends.

Up stream, up tight, the prophetic like blood.

Scratch and sniff, the aroma smells like bud.

We smoke the bones of those once lost.

Their goal is to trust, and to find Heaven, is a must.

Lust after greed, the women pull through.

Reminded when Satan use to be a fool.

Mercury like Woes, Thoth with the Rigelean Blood.

Trying to tell em that the call is from God.

He doesn't appreciate, his soul on thin ice.

Pays millions to get the gifted third sight.

Having to judge, what goes up must come down.

The Archangel Samael then tips his crown.

The Red Dragon that won, Michael was full of like pride.

And supposedly Lucifer wasn't a good guy.

Believe in lies, your God shades your grey.

A Zeta Reticulian fate, the downfall of faith.

In which, he runs, his soul then sold.

Having his life on a stake, his antics once bold.