The cash grab, to inherit wealth.
To control Orion's Belt, the pain she felt.
And the mountains that melt, to feel the warm breeze.
To inherit her root chakra, her kundalini chi.
To cross all T's, the sacrifice, but this ain't Christ.
The seductive word that you heard, but failed.
And on Sunday, the deceased then got their mail.
For them to be present, it has to be Hell.
And this what use to be a fairy tale.
The Grail Bloodline, my mind, my sacred peace sign.
At Heaven's gate, there's never any time.
To enjoy my Corono and citrus Lime.
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