(Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse)
The Winter Triangle, in line with despair.
The Game needs repairing, the women look fair.
At the pit, we stop, to see the Direct Three.
Forever following law, a Dog that can C.
Sirius, from the heart, we were on a roll.
Back to Betelgeuse, they then, once bold.
Procyon, a trio of Three, the one and only
Back to the depths, where (U) hear then, screams.
Engulfed with flames, standing 19 foot tall.
A hybridized form that continues to fall.
A Heyoka at heart, a clown that drives those insane.
In the membranes of ur head, you hit your brain.
Deadlights rise, Moloch then lies.
Sacrificing the greats to the star, where the Rephaim dies.
A steady dose of 6, the Unholiest of them all.
A port from Saturn, in which, you end up on Call.
As tall as one, in which you can see (em) from a far.
Back to the Smaller Dog, he is on all Fours.
Again, the heat, the heaviest of them all.
Into the black, that eventually engulfs all.
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