No, I am not another witch, though it's been sometime since I got ditched
Once I was a peach, that's the same thing that made me bewitched.
All I ever hated was to be in these skies, My only dream was to be in that grounds
I thought it was the real heaven, I should've asked my Lord for an expound.
Today I stepped my foot on the floors, just to get sold in pounds for pounds.

No, this ain't any fiction, My Dear, it's the story of my eviction,
for my misapprehension of 'the crucifixion.'
Lord, please help me to get these wings stitched,
Lord, please help me to make my mind all cleansed,
As I now know that you would come, when this moon turns 'blood red'