On the very next morning
When the mist was eaten away by the sun,
Miriam grew hour by hour, and Jonathan he cried.
He knew the ghost had been telling the truth.
So this was 9!
The pregnancy would not last overnight!
Oh, she started singing a lullaby,
Rocking the cradle again,
And then she said, "I'm having your baby my love...."
But it wasn't love!
She was possessed . . . and he knew!
"I will get what is rightfully mine!"
Speaking with different tongues,
Miriam was eaten alive from inside.
Again she said, "I'm having your baby my love...."
But it wasn't love!
She was possessed . . . possessed!
