He is burning my soul, night and day. I the innocent sheep, from far away. as a carnated child from 5th heaven. I am alone and the demons are seven. Hunted by the avengers for blood. My soul is meshed up for mud.
walking into my prayers room, odd! I called into myself, vanishing from god. I walks toward the light, i yells the name Christ, advice me to kill the flame. An angel messaged me from the sky. Let the sheep become wise and high.
I did keep asking for lords advice i was blamed that my heart was entice. i did pray for mastery and skill. i seek justice from the lords will. the craftsmen screamed for vengance they are abandoned and lost their entrance.
They did build upon a delighted soul with substance they build the prison whole. who the hell did put me into a cage. was it a blossomed God of rage. i'll put down my wool on earth. and queen isis will give me berth.
With a higher consciouss, i breath. My human weakness is death. the seven sins of the demons sinks like the forgotten seamens who drowned in lazyness and pride. Doomed were the enligthed brides.