"For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil,"

(Genesis 3:5).

I fell from grace, Draco then decends.

To Lyra to Aquila, may the Will of Earth bend.

Rising from the ashes, knowledge is what I seek.

Face to face with God, at the top of the peak.

To be meek, discrete, I abide by your soul.

Turned into a diamond, from a small lump of coal.

Exercising rights, I seek to redeem.

At the end of times when the Angels begin to sing.

A Dragon that rides, my soul pure gold.

On the low with the flow, my thoughts begin to unfold.

A mystery that rises, the people of Earth begin to grow.

The sermon, they listen, sitting next to eachother in a row.

My time, cut short, I then fade into black.

From within, the light, then fills within crevices and the cracks.

To understand is to know, I reach for the Stars.

Back to Draco, the original Pole Star, Thuban from afar.

Then I rinse and repeat, I wash away my sins.

Praying to God for those, my one and only kin.

While the Sun sets, the Moon, reflects from within.

As I incarnate onto Earth, let the games then begin.

My soul, then resides, with those that I love.

My heart concealed, from the Heavens up above.

My time cut short, we cry as I hug.

Finally understanding the meaning of "tough love."