heresy

corrupt a stare I'm looking into your soul
summoning you forward
you like to hang back in the shadows
I sense you there residing in the hollows

calling you out I taste your displeasure
you weren't aware I knew you were present
sacred Celtic knot a ward on your crypt

moving between worlds you leave a phantasm print
sinister of hope drinking off the obliging
I wander between here and there

colliding with spirits they know of me
the gossip never ends
creeping in purgatory

I watch on as grandfather
does his best to correct an errant one
my Viking grandfather was going to retire
but he now sees these bloody boys
built another brick in the wall
and were following the instructions of the unforgiven

they think they know it all and were hiding out
at the old Fulsom prison partying their nuts off
I told Grandpa they don't believe in any of the saints
and no wonder Lucifer had made hell a revolving door
with no consequence, t
hey were shooting each other
with not even a moment reprimand

they were back on the street like they didn't miss a beat
I told Grandpa it's now two by two Mr. Kazoo
I explained to him this was a character on the Flinstones
he would frequently disappear when needed

I am a demon queen and mine don't work for the finer things in life
but for honor, I made a new hell
invitation only you will just pop into your particular punishment
hell's bank account will be rectified
and with all the souls sold to Lucifer, it's time to pay up
there is no bribing hell it is founded on the screams
and terror of those sentenced there

I'm entering the place of neither here no there
a purgatory of sorts
manifesting my feelings through song
a very personal music heard on the winds
and picked up by muses

they say what I can not
with an aggressive stance, express my bottled-up emotions
it is a transference of energies

spoken in a language only for the chosen few
witches of powerful occult magic cast for me
while I spell on the wind

warlocks of renown see I am properly warded
grandfather time comes in he is aware
I have chosen the pagan way

incorporating the cult religions to employ my voodoo
imploring him to recognize my gift and gifted sisters
the universe opens and i tell him behold

the stars are throwing themselves to the earth
it's not money they are after but power
I have not trespassed

Father is just upset at the small losses
I regard you both highly
but if I didn't give Daddy a run for his money he would be livid