Elevate, we're light, and heavy as hell.
The black hole, M42, the very pit, where we fell.
Align, we're right, those in despair.
Even in hell, where surprisingly, justice prevails.
The Seraph, it's hot, from Draco, on top.
In the sky, we ride, get pulled over like a cop.
The Cherub, the Griffyn, a Warrior at heart.
A spark that stings, emotionally rides like a cart.
Coming together, the Hor that lies.
In which, we live, the Luciferian Spirit that cries.
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