Knees on the ground, he said:
"The calling of the abyss,
the beckons from the smoke,
the waters down below,
I'm falling with ease."
But I came from his rib.
I bow, –submissive–
In quiescence I can't preach.
Yet my veil grows.
Take my hand.
Anointed or not;
Man,
I am your glory.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC
Knees on the ground, he said:
"The calling of the abyss,
the beckons from the smoke,
the waters down below,
I'm falling with ease."
But I came from his rib.
I bow, –submissive–
In quiescence I can't preach.
Yet my veil grows.
Take my hand.
Anointed or not;
Man,
I am your glory.
