Prayer

 
a demoness of faith I evolve
the demons treat my temple better than I do
they don't approve of smoking
rebellious sensations, smoke rises
it is part of my religion
utter the prayer tis magic there

with every breath a witch does her best
the language is a funny one
if the intent is right
skies the limit and keeps divining

in the altered state meditate and rise
tarry in the garden and center your soul
the worthiness of the beloved known
take notice of everything around you
incense tis sweet as your prayers

travel well you know the way in
and out of each dimension
keep your vows and spell them well
incarnate sex, your hoodoo is on point

absorb what is necessary
revealing occult magic
out in the open with nothing showing
it is wisdom to practice the arts
the winds will scatter the unworthy

spin the tale
sew where it is needed
and be uninvolved with the rest
the wick is lit Jack be nimble Jack be quick