Wicked

My French Haitian blood sinfully cajoles
To the naysayers feel it festers as it boils
Unto the earth, my body onto the alter, sacrificed lamb upon your fakery spoils
 
The wicked tongue utters in defiance of Hell’s roses
In your drudgery and the power within I parted the sea for Moses
You foolish cunt to be sightless and led, you have the third eye, yet deprived power
Twin souls I walk, influential in the dusk of its midnight hour

Between the living and the dead awaken
Souls of the damned the last rite of breath, to denounce it you will be earthly taken
Black witchcraft, to the Ninth House, sorcerer bow unto the wonders of thee
Fire and brimstone burning your presence from your head to the root of your feet
Broken seal you sit upon, silence heard of the wicked’ s tongue to the 33rd degree
I am the Tarot card, you refuse to flip over
Deplored amulets, no protection under the sun, or any four leaf clover

Close your eyes, remembrance of ancient times
You were once my concubine standing at my throne pouring me red wine
In my bed I lay, your eyes affixed, skin lusting by the naturality of my whorish beliefs
In this lifetime your mind still wanders, your heart still bleeds for the taste of me
Get down on your knees my child
Let your imagination run wild
Once again, bathe my temple with scented lavender oils, as I lay naked, my fingers treading in the shallows of the Nile

Prepare my body for the feast
The goat’s blood you shall drink, melding until the licentious binds of me
In and out of time, our souls will always encounter and pass as we greet
Uncontained spirits, neither here nor there
By that tiny prick in your skin, I vow unto thee wickedness in my blood for every stand of your hair
The abyss of your soul will come to slowly seep

“Mantalite ou a louvri jiskaske ou we carnage yo ke ou ap resevwa bequeath
 Pa gen tan kriye”

Wicked