me to quote to you what He said to me IF, I wasn't embedded with the Spirit He fed to me Life love and joy as I know it'd only be dead to me. But I was
deaf hear, and the blind see a new scene And everyone is in the presence of the true King No fears, no tears, just cheers For the Father, Son, and Spirit
How can we be so blind In a dead end? The aesthetics of feeling it It was in our hands But it left us bared and naked Unspeakable numb And it stays
captivity/ While watching myself rot born with a death sentence/ Warned to neglect repentance by my Lord who expressed vengeance/ By deceiving my mind and keeping me blind
his room, possessed him and hoist his bed Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead Told him each one of his boys is dead I asked
: Sing to me my muses lost in the hot cyclops anarchy possession invention blood, blood spirits, spirits sprits, spirits calling, calling where will