Marked for blasphemy I suppose
He came to me in a Rain drop Robe
and a Crown of Clouds above his mind

A figure of reflection no other could find.


His cascading streams fell into a body,
which i felt i knew so well,
But when i spoke of his philosophy
My elders warned me of the burning hell

But I could not hate my Soul,

This friend, some astral light,

and when he told me not to fear their god

I knew that he was right


Marked for blasphemy I suppose

God came to me in a rain drop robe

and said You Girl, I know your name,

I speak it in the thunder and i speak it in the rain