Interstellar woes, the Orion Nebula glows.
Fo sho, for the show, we line up the bow.
Hunting to pass time, in line with thought.
The whole point of running is not to get caught.
On demand, the rites, the Rephaim then take.
The quest of immortality is our fate.
To debate, is the point, before you forsake.
Sustenance from a delicious medium rare steak.
On the low, in a row, our thoughts then flow.
It's about that time to load up the bow.
Assassin like creed, a warrior like destiny.
What we preach, is what you see, biblical like free.