Father God, Father Goat
You are out here with us.
Father God, Father Goat,
You are with us here, somewhere.
Father Goat, Father Goat, Father Goat,
Let us find you.
Is it your voice that I hear in the caves?
Is it your Word that I hear, twisting
In the mouths of the Adam?
Is it your stillness that I feel in the body
That runs in the canyons before
The whipping air?
The flood and the thunder?
Is it your heart I touch in the darkness?
Father, I heard what happened.
I heard your brother, your sister, was murdered
Before the face of God.
Father God, Father Goat,
Let us find you.
Father God, Father Goat,
Let us find you.
Father God, Father Goat,
Let us find you.
Me and my children.
Let us mourn.
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Lilith Grimoirie
ParanormalI wrote this in the summer of 2018. My car had broken down and I didn't have the money or much inclination to fix it, so I would walk home after work in the late evening writing in a tiny dime store notebook and occasionally walking into light poles...
