Ghostwritten - Callisto

A whipping word has become the flesh

Waved around as if the world is tamed

In muted tongues where the wisdom begs

I’m done holding my breath

False faith disallows to create

I sense them wolves at my doorstep

Force fed and bound to resurrect

God knows my name but won’t address

Been covered here for a while

Building up sorrows, sweeping under rugs

But the spires are heavenly guarded

Great is the light

That separates and carries out our commands

Left with blood on our hands

Pour your lies into one

Feed your bastard child

Crown your wives before sons

Sustain what they have begun