Consecrated

 

Lately....

   I swear I am feeding off the light. 

I eat once a day...

  Somedays half a meal. 

But I feel right. 

    My water intake...

Down, Down...

   Maybe it's the love...

That has to go around. 

  And I find my Strength. 

Gotta send momma's love in rounds...

All the animals doting.

Lately, 

  I feed off the music, readings, and resting. 

Sound them in my ears, 

  To serve her, 

While ignoring her Demons projecting. 

  

I purge in my writing. 

I ignore the Devil calling. 

Lately I swear...

  It is finally Light, 

Of which I am digesting. 

  Finally Light, 

On what I'm intaking

All other festering things...

  Knocking hard, 

         Malignance reflecting. 

"Gotta stay humble"- 

My inner Voice projecting...

  For there is a war 

Consecrated & Raging. 

  I bow my head more, 

Praying is your way. 

  Activating DNA. 

Regardless of what they say. 

And in me grew Something Ancient. 

A force I'd dare not cross...

  A much older self 

From long ago, 

  Before our Bible's past. 

A Vedic Diety. Shiva like...

   A self I knew long ago. 

I let her pass, 

  And now it happens, 

We currently share my soul. 

  She is the force Protectant. 

    The Mother of Death & Skulls. 

She is the one I do not call on, 

   Because she'd have no where to go. 

For I am It, 

  And It is I...

As the many forms we've took. 

  Consecrated, 

I feed on the Light, 

   As the Devil attempts his hook.