Passing Through the Desert of Destiny - Surviving Witchcraft
Before I reached the puberty of
life
I was stabbed with a spiritual
knife
Funny how no blood seemed to flow
Like the red paint of the ghetto
An invisible canvas stretched with
skin
The wound manifested from within
Hindsight, the wisdom I never
should
Sing your songs of deceptive
praise
Eight years of living in a grave
Chaining the young to the old they
did intend
Reciting vows for a sacred life
I was stabbed with a spiritual
knife
Prophecy, and knowledge falsely begun
Spells and incantations behind the
vail
Yet God and religion is what they
sell
The promise of deliverance, a crafted deception
Looking in the mirror, but it's
not my reflection
Nightmares and demons wake me at
night
I was stabbed with a spiritual
knife
At the auction for my soul
The Devil or God; who bought me
I've passed through a desert of
destiny
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