"And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer,"
The 6th planet from the Sun, it produces rings around your tongue.
For fun, like a nun, we worship the Nectar God Hun.
What's hung, at must, our thoughts push through.
El Cronous, the God, the leader of the new school.
For fools, with rules, we bring down the heat.
From the Heavens, you must know, the fire is at its' peak.
The religion of the young, the New Age is upon.
Always undercover, in place of a smoking gun.
Not once, but twice, we worship our God.
The one with the bod, so fancy like a Sirian B Dog.
Through the fog, I seek, we sip as we run.
The elixir, which is rum, the caskets then come.
To understand, is to wait, now you must know.
The goal of the soul is to mass whatever gold in control.