Spell bound, hell bound The superlative of the supernatural Tempted by the occult, curiosity kills the spirit Fueling the fires of hell, opening the wrong door- Pentagrams mean- strange- things to some people Earth, air, fire, water Hells cauldrons burning you under To witches it is their gateway A worship of the lesser goddess Isis Calling her mother, opening the evil portal Claiming the elements of fire This isn’t a parlor trick, it’s the witches sticks Misguided by the spirits of spheres and orbs Bright colors of false light, they see auras The power of fallen angels, languages Hexes, spells incantations they call blessings Standing in circles, drawing pentagrams Hearing Satan’s messages Promises of financial gain, costs your soul It makes a witch more powerful As they suck the life out of you - claming power They feed off your energy Some see your aura, they say Healing your charkas they claim Dare not - please- tread with oracles You loose part of your being No mater how you come back, pieces of you Are gone Do not play with Tarot cards, or the tools of divination A ship of fools-divination is an abomination No matter how its disguised Leading to the occupation of your soul Stealing the soul and leaving an evil occupant And you are left with only a carnal body Spell bound In life and is destruction in death 2007
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