Predicate the fate, up for whatever debate.
To them, it's just bait, then working out of state.
The plan is to stake, then out of the tall gate.
For fate, we rate, then we start late.
The crates, are filled, with diamonds and gold.
The flow, that must be upheld, we run government on the low.
The bow, is a must, we trust in our Gods.
From Saturn, to Alnitak, filled with Interstellar logs.
They look from within, to bend, we master our rights.
In court, pursuing loot, we put up a good fight.
To fight, is at night, we frolic with woes.
Back to the future, Orion that digs with the hoe.
Too much, too red, the Seraph is hot.
Osiris in bed, his casket up top.
The flop, the foul, stung by a bee.
Sweet as honey from a Nectar like tree.
In death, we will rise, and incarnate for life.
Our souls land in the crib, in the dead of night.
Forgiven for our sins, the Elohim with light at our backs.
The facts, in fact, faded back into black.