Phinehas

Thegodmachine: the speaking stone

Phinehas
Trembling in the shadow of your creation, your knees grow weak
Watch my eyes beam with gold and you’ll keep coming back
If you fixate your desire upon me you’ll give me breath with your lungs
Feed me living!
I am what you fashioned, your praise gives me power
With it I will devour you
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