Open Mind,Closed Heart
Hello,Conjure
You are the one who is drawing me to make use of your services
Everyday Magic,the gift of the ancestors
It was them,the ancestors who used you to survive this life when
they were here...you worked well for them in their day
But Conjure....in my day....I am fondly weary of you
Conjure,my mind is open.....
But Conjure,my heart is close....
Conjure,I have the Root of Jesse....Jesse's Root as I like to say.
You are a unholy root,Conjure....how can I being a holy person use you
without agreeing to unholy things coming into my life?
I guess this is why my heart is closed to you.....I am worried still about using you
Conjure,I know you are used among wayward christians...
I have the mind of a wayward believer to pray as the catholics pray,
but I do not have the heart of a wayward believer to mess up with you right now.
I am staying with Jesse's Root.
Conjure,You know the bible....and you know about Jesse's Root.
Conjure,Jesse's Root is the only root for me these.
I have Open Mind,Closed Heart.
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