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The Haunting Of Tituba

So, you want to write me story my child  
To see how I mystified those Puritans with my sorcery lies  
I could tell the wicked hour by the high moon in da sky  
When the roosters crow by and by  
Give you life, kiss your soul with death  
Bid at my feet, untie my hands with one blown breath  
In the cathedral of downfalls by that ole Masters’ will  
Sacrifice to the land, wind, and earth, before the spirit kill  
In ethereal of channeling, you summoned me to give unto your contingency passage to shine  
Giving reprieve to my wandering soul through the plantations, the appetite to quench your flesh tastes sweeter than wine  
My enchantments, potions trickling from droplets of my blood, heathens shall dine  
Juju and black magic confessions from my dialect shall combine  
No stirred cauldron boils, archaic magik embeds in the soil upon the footsteps, found in quite echoes upon the earth  
Life, death, then me, you shall see in flashes of your rebirth  
I am the Heaven, chaos in Hades, and the grey matter of the brain you cannot escape  
Voices to commend and send you to the glory of your fortune or the doom of your fate
My witchery, is in the power when you speak the path of me  
I bring nations and naysayers to damnation then wallowing in self-pity on their knees  
My guidance your palms seek  
Luck is not found in talismans or the Babylonian Tarot Cards you flip when witchcraft is pointing to the stars at ninety degrees  
My ancestors rolling over in their souls  
A closed mouth performs, to keep the evil entities warm  
I come now and tell you my story  
How burning at the stake before my destiny, when others were led to charred flesh due to my hollowed purgatory  
Glimpse in the darkness of my soul, and look into my eyes  
Let me take you to another time  
Where the body shook among casted spells  
My words sending pale zombies to Hell  
Shh… stay with me now my wild flower child as I tell you how tears  
Never fell from my eyes when others surrendered to me in fear  
 
Tituba  
March 1692  
 
Her story coming very soon…
SweetKittyCat5
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
I must thank my poetic sista Zazzles (Jackie) for giving me the inspiration to channel this amazing lost historical story into existence

SKC
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