i WILL predict your future...
and you WILL do the things i foresee.
that's just the way it is with me,
i don't get these things wrong.
how could i?
in a foreign land,
if you were to meet someone like me,
a woman crazy enough to live in a cemetery and
walk around dressed in rags,
you'd KNOW she had power.
you'd pray to your saints
to find the strength and courage to enter
the gates of my graveyard
and you'd hope that
i'd be having a good day,
and that i'd look at you like this,
with a smirk and glimmer
in my eye,
because then we'd
both know you