Thuban (Sector 9)

[the Draç]

The snake like Cherub hits where it hurts.

A soul on fire that goes incredibly berserk.

The narc that continues to feed the flame.

Rising from the ashes, like a Phoenix from the grave.

Enslaved with thought, the tongue is a gun.

The one who abides by Christ, the bright looking Sun.

The fun that you have is when Hell is hot.

The top notch Jinn, with the number 1 spot.

Spock like ears, the alien then fades from within.

They're not understanding what it means to have thick skin.

A naga with its' rights, it will get his way.

Like a Rephaim from Moloch, that stays in the shade.

Faded from white, then back into black.

Praying to God that the (El)ohim pick up the slack.

For facts that He likes, the righteous will shine.

A God who demands that nothing be left behind.

Then with wine, so fine, the Nectar hits their lips.

Like Sonya Blade, from MK, with a vicious kiss.

The man bows down, he hung on a string.

The Chosen Ones that find, then eventually can see.