The Serpent Cherub

[the Draç (李)]

The blood it's blue, it's flows in my veins.

In vain, sustain, mix, then engrained.

For the love of flow, His size is immense.

Guided by the Red-Tail Hawk, it lands on the fence.

Align with half, with what's good and what's right.

A green Kingu, in stride, at great height.

In which, in me, enrich my funds.

Flying around, like that once Great BeelzeBuB.

In light, I fight, I crave for fun.

Take a few steps, then off, I then run.

Trying to avoid that pipping smoked gun.

In which, I praise, I want one thing.

To be able, and to avoid, everyone's endless pain.

In which I find, the ethereal implant, that lies.

Together, in blood, I conquor being blind.