Where it goes son, I donβt know Watch as they follow not understanding from whence it flows, Now give me control. Devour shallows Spit out the bone and marrow And if you linger a little longer find out itβs sour. My powers flower, And blossom brighter than Satans coward, The scepters showered And blessed heavenly delightful sounds still, Forget their sour......../...../..../...//./......................................