Can't you feel the energy of his soul within you
The power lashes out between your thighs oh my...
Making every second count with good visibility
That man can, and will make his presence count.
On this shadowed horizon there is no room for the squeamish
For when he takes hold of you, then you will feel the power
Unmistakable and with no truth within its mist. But empowering !
This energy will tear you into little pieces and spit you out again.
Can't you feel this thing creeping up, beckoning on you?
Hear the cries from a thousand years calling out untie my chains
Feel the beat of a hundred thousand hearts pumping effortlessly
Which in time will make man think 'Why am I here, is there a God?'
Written 21 September 2015
By B R Walker