proper ettiquette, will see

   
Jezabelle winks a formidabel woman    
she was Sampsons down fall  
he was warned not to cut his hair  
God was sorely disappointed, He lost a warrior that day  
Sampson heed that of a woman over him  
   
magic incantation in the color of rainbow  
representing all spectrums humming on their own wavelenth  
it's a ancient magic created before the sun open his eyes  
it is the language of the soul  
   
my thoughts are chided  
why do you not do the rituals of the ancients  
or write things down  
utterking I don't wish to be copied  
it's happened before  
   
with deep knowledge of dark magic  
it exacts a price when employed  
to trun a phrase my magic is coded and going out and up via satelite    
   
the sun was the first and most impotant patt of Fathers desigh  
I call him Father but he held me in his womb    
after my dark mother scarred me  
she placed me in her womb and healed me  
I'm of darkness and light  
Father took me to his golden kingdom  
He thought I would fit better there  
   
intuitution glowing my soul feels it all  
but I am unready to incarnate anew  
though I am weary of being, in part tethered here  
   
my Father is a being of great darkness himself  
and went to great care to introduce me to the host  
little did they know I borre every insult  
and heard ever slur I am fluent in the sound of movment  
dancing on the waters  
   
my mind is made up I will let them get to know me  
after that they face a challenge  
Father loves a savage war