A gift for the ragged bone man

I'd call up my friendly good angel
But she's out with a rented friend
call on her to protect me and listen to me but she died with my Mother and all those who no longer claim me
Electric cure and a nice dream
I wonder if I am strong enough
Do I belong enough
Will I last long enough
Will the walls of Jerico fall for me or will god laugh in his tower of power mad irony
Feels like rows of thousands coming down on me
fade out and return
this machine can not tell my tale of laughter and rage
I bring war
I am shiva I am lost
where are you
This fight for laugh
this foe Death presents to me
to you
Shiva
A gift of flesh for the ragged bone man