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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