Too little, too late, the Draconian Dragons look to debate.
With fate at their backs, the Dragons are grand.
A Seraph that falls, it was God's Master Plan.
Align with what's right, the Dragon stands tall.
Going all in, after the bet was then called.
Ball all night, alienate the would be flow.
Loving to perform, and put on a good show.
The Wurm on the low, it then spits hot flames.
All for the love of that very interesting "game."
Ashamed, He was once was, Christ at the helm.
No way to win, but no way to fail.
The Christian Churches then say, "Go to your Hell!"
Let the race begin, at the sound of the bell.
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