The Ørion Nebula

[the Draç]

To depict the pict with fairies at his hip.

To hop, the cream of the crop, as dark as the night.

To ignite the light, the s0ls that burn.

As the clock clicks, in school to learn.

Church like woes, the "enemy" our foe.

At the sound of the 3ell, when to let go.

On time, the show, our "Gods" do speak.

In the land of Edom, Mt. Seir, the peak.

To seek is to gain, the flower that blooms.

Got enough space in the big ass lil room?

To phone, to call, the Earth that's round, the ball.

Coming to this "World" as we begin to fall.