The s0ul collect3r

[the Draç]

Bars.

From afar.

Remedial like Mars.

Sols that are charred.

Release all together.

As light as a feather.

For me, it's better.

Looking good, the weather.

Talk is cheap.

At the top of the peak.

It's imperative to seek.

In line, looking neat.

Rest my feet.

Alone in my head.

By the time it's dark.

I then can go to bed.

Tools like shed.

The Word, I'm fed.

In the past, like said.

Time to butter my bread.