A vessel of G-d's being I've fought
And, won each challange brought
Mother of craft, daughter of Lysal
Evening now finds me, twisting sisal
Into scrolling crowns for false kings
A smile to my lips,this always brings
In these last few hours of my life
Bless me as Tyme & Tuma's wife
Moving freely in myth and mystery
Generations looking back on history
Look forward poor deluded sleuths
Try if you must, to justify your truths
Going cold now,without and within
Passion no use of this silken skin
Flames will raise and shelter soul
Spirits to source, the eternal goal
Knowing the only constant we share
All the prophets left too much to bare
Three times they brought document
I turn my eyes, I cannot read
Placed once more upon an alter
To accept or reject divine creed
Twisted and shaped by quill pen
A new creed of force,written by men
Visits of an angel,how can this be?
Message I promise deliver again
For ears to hear and eyes to see
Clear now in spirit,no ties can bind
Revelations children, the priests
and story tellers continute to blind
If we are not all G-d's children
Bother ask 'Who's children be we'?
From them no answers come
Too long secret the latin See
Shame lambs at the tether
Fatted,dulled and tamed
Dangerous now the Bellweather
So to hush with a Judas kiss
Scissors to hair the formality
Breathless,willing time to halt
Following the ancestors destiny
Tuma goes alone to the Guff
A promise made before our birth
All that is left standing between
Giving another chance or enough
