Nordic hunt, the white van, and the pickup truck.

The sky that's light, white as bright, the 4 Leaf Clover Luck.

Waddle like duck, their stomach then full.

Looking for food, their mouths' water, and drool.

Sacrifice a Christ, the Levite Instruction Manual Pool.

The Betelgeuse Fool, a Heyoka that looks to be cool.

A Grey, used as a tool, the hole is their abode.

And you wonder why Lucifer is on the domino flow.

On the low, they cheat, scared of what hurts.

Flame on, char grilled, the alien then burps.

Cop the Top, the block then chopped, like cream of the crop.

The opposite of when Christ said, "Lay your foundation on solid rock."

Your God, Kronos, your soul flaps with the flock.

Buying lost time, your soul then said, "Please look to stop!"

Bound to Hell, the door that won't lock.

Your body then outlined in white like chalk.