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The Haunting Of Tituba (Mysteries Given From The Skies III of IV)
Danvers, Massachusetts 1692
Deep In The Forest
Betty Parris and Abagail Williams
Betty, if I can see my fate, when I crack this egg
May the yolk in the glass give my love to me without having to beg
Well go ahead
Oh no, Abagail, I see a coffin
My fate is doomed, and why is everyone laughing
It’s just a silly game, Abagail as we sit around the fire to pass the time
Your prudish father, if he finds out will beat our hides
Tituba
Look into the fire my child now close your eyes and become one with da element
Submerge your existence in the heat, let it consumes your heart, mind, soul do not fight ya inner turbulent
See beyond the clouds you are the rain
Channel ya mind and bring the pain
Let da stories of your soul in this dimension echo
Through da fortune of your eyes
Posses spirits under your commend collide
Spit into the fire, and tell the devil he is a liar
Your blood upon stones your cast
Fortune in truth ya soul shall not outlast
Through their blinding tears
In everyone’s presence ya girls shall never have any fears
Reverend Samuel Parris
What in God’s name is going on out here
Words unbeknown casted in the deep forest, with no one else near
Demonic chanting and body in a trace state relent
You chanting in the air, dancing in wild abandonment, animalistic movements
You girls get back home
Tituba, put this fire, out, and now, and girls I forbid you out with her all alone
Residence of Reverend Samuel Parris
In the Twilight Hours
Tituba
I hear ya girls’ mumbling voices in the wallowing in the hills of the night
Scamping on fours like an injured animal in fright
Come I tell how we rid those evil spirits and hide them from plan sight
Rub ya body down with herbs ordained by whispers from roots
What infested ya body is like a powerful enemy using your body as its fruit
I... do not know Tituba, I seen a coffin in my path
And the words you have been chanting in your native dialect, kept me up, but terrifies me with its wraith
I cannot run from the deafening voices who tell me I will become his and my soul will no longer be mine
Child my ancestral medicines are of old and blanket ya ails throughout the ages of time
I give you life through the salvation from da illusions of ya mind
Take you past the Heavens as I do thee master’s will
Delirium with me holding the mystery from da skies to the sacrifices of the chicken’s heads after the kill
Thays carcass are ya soul I now curse when mouths speak ill
My voice sprawling in ya head, me language instilled
February 1692
Betty Parris and Abagail Williams
Oh, make it stop, it feels like pins prickling my skin
Voices telling me what to do
I cannot control the bidding I am now his tool
Dr. William Griggs
Doctor what is happening to my girls
Revered Parris, I think evil has been unleashed on Salem Village to unfurl
Deep In The Forest
Betty Parris and Abagail Williams
Betty, if I can see my fate, when I crack this egg
May the yolk in the glass give my love to me without having to beg
Well go ahead
Oh no, Abagail, I see a coffin
My fate is doomed, and why is everyone laughing
It’s just a silly game, Abagail as we sit around the fire to pass the time
Your prudish father, if he finds out will beat our hides
Tituba
Look into the fire my child now close your eyes and become one with da element
Submerge your existence in the heat, let it consumes your heart, mind, soul do not fight ya inner turbulent
See beyond the clouds you are the rain
Channel ya mind and bring the pain
Let da stories of your soul in this dimension echo
Through da fortune of your eyes
Posses spirits under your commend collide
Spit into the fire, and tell the devil he is a liar
Your blood upon stones your cast
Fortune in truth ya soul shall not outlast
Through their blinding tears
In everyone’s presence ya girls shall never have any fears
Reverend Samuel Parris
What in God’s name is going on out here
Words unbeknown casted in the deep forest, with no one else near
Demonic chanting and body in a trace state relent
You chanting in the air, dancing in wild abandonment, animalistic movements
You girls get back home
Tituba, put this fire, out, and now, and girls I forbid you out with her all alone
Residence of Reverend Samuel Parris
In the Twilight Hours
Tituba
I hear ya girls’ mumbling voices in the wallowing in the hills of the night
Scamping on fours like an injured animal in fright
Come I tell how we rid those evil spirits and hide them from plan sight
Rub ya body down with herbs ordained by whispers from roots
What infested ya body is like a powerful enemy using your body as its fruit
I... do not know Tituba, I seen a coffin in my path
And the words you have been chanting in your native dialect, kept me up, but terrifies me with its wraith
I cannot run from the deafening voices who tell me I will become his and my soul will no longer be mine
Child my ancestral medicines are of old and blanket ya ails throughout the ages of time
I give you life through the salvation from da illusions of ya mind
Take you past the Heavens as I do thee master’s will
Delirium with me holding the mystery from da skies to the sacrifices of the chicken’s heads after the kill
Thays carcass are ya soul I now curse when mouths speak ill
My voice sprawling in ya head, me language instilled
February 1692
Betty Parris and Abagail Williams
Oh, make it stop, it feels like pins prickling my skin
Voices telling me what to do
I cannot control the bidding I am now his tool
Dr. William Griggs
Doctor what is happening to my girls
Revered Parris, I think evil has been unleashed on Salem Village to unfurl
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