Manifest - Bathsheba

From within the wounds of my mind

Arises the thunder called ‘I'

The stars are but thistles in the sky

I was conceived of a jackal

You pain is but a splinter on the cross child

Thy will be done, for this is the Sanhedrin of the Sabbath

I will be so powerful, no need to take on a form

Casting spells upon the weak.

No need to believe

Speak the words out loud.

A manifest of space and time

A manifest of life, my Satan dances with his devil

He is my human bloodhound, deeply attracted by the scent of my darkness