Voodoo Woman

I gaze into a mirror and start to ponder.
Have you ever felt that feel where your soul begins to wonder?
I fell in love with a voodoo woman and those spells that she can conjure.
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I heard the whisper of the autumn wind.
The tempest told me that it was time to start again.
I heard the words come from my lips, and then I watched them from my pen.

"Appreciate the house you hold and hold the ones you love."
It resonates through my being like the crooning of a dove.
The realization gets you high so you can see things from above.

And while you're in the clouds I hope you that you see Zion.
Back on earth she'll be chasing men just trying for a scion.
I'll track her down with dogs as if I were Orion.

So grab the bull by the horns.
I never had much use for Christ or the things that he forewarns.
I suppose then that it's fitting that I wear this crown of thorns.

Thirty pieces will buy a couple drinks.
I hear her speak the words, and I endure my ego as it sinks.
That harlot talks in riddles like the sphinx.

Her spell is broken like a mirror.
Seven years of better luck than her is drawing ever nearer.
It's so droll to think it takes broken shards of glass just to see things clearer.

I finally let my spirit come to rest.
I took the time to take the knife out of my back, and the arrows from my breast.
Soon enough I'll have licked my wounds and be back on life's great quest.