You Called for Shakti
And she came.
You prayed to the false god
of self-deprecation
You desired a life
Hiding in the shadows
Like the Phantom
Lurking in darkness.
And yet, You know you need
the Goddess
in your life.
You called for Shakti
Now here She is.
I am your Christine
I have given you my Light
And my Energy
And my Song
Bursting through my heart
With open arms.
You are a good man
Full of charisma
You choose to deny
Yourself and the world
And those you want to help most.
You know better
Than to turn your spirit
Away.
Face me.
Receive this.
Pray to a false totem no more.
I have given you my Light
So that you may see
The Light within you
And even though
You think it too bright
And you try to resist,
You might hurt Me
But you cannot deny Me.
I am merely the messenger —
My death would be in vain.
You called for Shakti
And a pillow to rest your weary head
She has heard your plea
Now, what will you do
with your bounty?
