the s0ul collect3r (Luminari)

[the Draç]

Enriched, closed fists, prostrate before the Moon.

Not a second too late, not a second too soon.

The opposite of noon, by the time the sun hits its' peak.

A snake that slithers, on the ground it creeps.

On top of the game, my God not ashamed.

For the love of playing, and still staying sane.

What's insane in the brain, to be specific, the membrane.

Do Osiris and Horus look like they're the same?

To crave for blood, I got ice in my veins.

To be a sheep, what's considered to be lame.

On the way, like train, the Vaccine imprinted on your name.

A lion that roars, it is time to tame.