Whatever it was
the fear only motivated me

Call it holy competition
or something else regarding the mind

But when she used to kiss me
and bite upon my lip

I know it was more than a trip
when without her
I awoke
and was swollen
with what I spiritually discerned to be the kiss of death

When I was homeless
in a place that no kids would play
I was followed
and cursed
maybe by those connected to her
but I can't say

However
I fought
and prevailed
though the next battle gave way

I was asleep
and I was being carried
I was one with someone
and they were running
and just before the blow came
I
though still in my dream
did awake

For he was hunting another person
and I got out just in time
right before the murder came
must have been on some far off land or island

I heard the drums
and I tasted blood
and you don't know how much spiritual warfare it took

And of coarse I knew what they wanted me to do
even if just spiritually
and I knew also what they wanted me to be tied to

Witches were acting like a brood
I guess I should have taken more notice
when the Mayfair witches
were her favorite
and I also only suboncsiously knew Jezebel in her attitude

But regarding any witchcraft
the cross is so much more powerful