The Angel of Death, it collects all that do His will.
An alien, more like a djinn, it's job is to kill.
To feel, is too lust, the Werewolf abides.
Forgetting that the Sin is actually a nice guy.
In which, we trust, their feud is their fire.
Smoking on gas, we continue to get higher.
The Antarian in me, then fights with the Dog.
People are confused that the Sirians are from God.
The task is high, the hill is steep.
Reminding the Angel Samael, that the play is for keeps.
To keep, is to trust, no need to fuss.
7 in the morning, it is time to catch the bus.
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