Feeling malice brew to blood they connive connive to seize a prey of worth
Unable to succeed they compel the sex of gender to assist a so-called perfect immaculate
Folds of intricate hid the truth of all that surface covers none but hate envy covet
Boasting of self please an intricate deep thinker fathoms to know all gets the action sought freely stubbornly
Casting stone over over they writhe writhe with poison poison to kill all self inducted as well as embedded
Stirring and casting striving to make all unhappy day after day year after year they mix cauldrons of poison to fill a day of evil
Evils thoughts deed against a one of pure they continually plot as folds of near cast them closer closer to invade and kill
Seducing all they make it clear the price paid is never too dear for the choice of attack is people mesmerized summoned all evil they do against a one disguised as the many
Never clear is the witch’s brew of jealously spite malice a blackened pot of evil shit they stir they stir of sin of covet used used all in mix a lot nary a mindless fool deceive not but move from quick quick not align with evil so foul the air is tainted with the witch’s foulness of scent
Stepping lively the fool pretends to ill and watches the connivance of all within coven to harm to harm all unwary of the matter of pseudo smart
By
Felicia McCaw
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