Feed me light... Or feed me souls.

Light we stole, the angel wrapped around a pole.

Play your role, his name is Raph.

Keeps fucking up, and at the end of Azazel's Wrath.

Studying witchcraft, my soul the epitome of black.

Raphael got whacked like a quarterback getting sacked.

Inherited the goat, Saturn reigns supreme.

Raph then failed, and had to take a knee.

The bloodline Li, with a hint of Aryan.

The Grey Alien Lam, O.T.O. be burying em'.

He continues to pop cherries, his guilt is his avatar's shame.

Doesn't have a clue how to stay in his own fucking lane.

Continues to run trains, he looks to recruit the young.

Breaking the law, his punishment is to get hung.

His bloodline is "Bun", and was confused from the start.

His blood tastes good, and reminds me of Sweet Tarts.