The lullaby with the Lunar Moon.
To regenerate and mediate, the Wulf that howls.
Do you want red pottage, the cow, or foul?
You plead the fifth, but take the next foul.
Ur confused on the 6th God, with ice in my veins.
As I Sai the bombastic Bon Bay.
For you to be a sitting duck, and to invest in luck.
And you wonder why no one gives a fuck.
Now let this come to an end, I will admit who I serve.
Let me also address what I mean when I'm ahead of the curve.
What's the Good Word? Did he choose to then Sin?
Let it marinate, let the games then begin.
I serve the Satanic, the Omicron Dracs.
Yes I'm both Aquila and the star system Alnitak.
I sold my Sol for stimulants that resemble crack.
And that's when I choose to break ur mother's back.
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