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Ring Around The Rosie
The witch who couldn’t scratch an envy itch
She wanted to appear youthful again to feel the love of a mighty warlock to be his favorite dish
She lit her black candles and placed them around her pentagram to conjure, in anticipation licking her lips
Sitting upon the point her eyes fluttering close as she made her wish
There came an eerie voice that spoke from the dancing fire
Speak witch of your ultimate desires
I want to look like the beautiful Queen without my fake mirror faces
She is turning up in all my places
I am the reverent one whispered by all among the town
Yet, I do not possess her spiritual gift of the wind, her spiritual ordained power, when I babble, I echo the sentiments like a clown
The universal does not return its favor, it does not hear the offering of my sounds
Her energies astral planes the skies
Blessed Charkas embedded in her pores roams the universal and I would like to know how, and why
She knows too much, and I keep my mouth closed
She knows I am the thorn hiding behind the rose
A man under pretense at times, if you were to kiss me I will not turn into a Prince but into a poisonous ugly toad
What can you do
I will like her to look transfixed in my witch’s brew
Change places to make her old and me anew
My skin so ageless to look upon, I need the secrets of her vitality, make my old wrinkles disappear, body sleek to be gorgeous, alluring, all the warlocks would want to part my ivory thighs and sup
My false teeth would be my own, when I talk, and they do not fall inside my cup
Witch, are you sure about this
Yes... she is a condescending Queen and a bitch, as Mother Goose me and my sheep are asking for this
She is pretty to look at and as a Genie, I must admit, she has not asked of any favors from the summoning of my fire mist
There is a price for the reversal of fortune, not even I cannot change
Once you alter fate destiny will never be the same
The curse cannot be broken, and you will have to live with the fame or the shame
Do you have a mirror, witch, pin, a rose, I will need a favorite animal of this person... a dog
“I have all”
This is beginning of an uprise for a great fall
The power of words is oblique in the perilous of hide and seek if you know how to use the demise of its call
Ask a practicing witch
When in the closed circle chanting in union in the nature elements on a mushroom trip
Do you accept witch what shall be dealt
A thousand lashes upon your life shall be felt
The thunder, the rain, the shadows of pain
Tears upon your heart in reminisce of this oath in the night shall remain
Once you open your eyes
Be care where you look the reflection you seek shall be your own demise
Are you sure about this I must ask
My wish I grant you, foresees you smelling the stench of your own trash
Yes…now grant me my wish I have waited eternally for this gift
Open your eyes and it shall be done
From midnight until the rise of the sun
The witch opened her eyes, and what do you know, the vanity in her eyes immediately sought the mirror, she forgot to drape
The reflection of her your soul is now lashed and hellishly raped
No mental peace
No spiritual realm her mind to lease
Her body aging faster than her eyes can believe
Once you open your eyes
Be care where you look the reflection you seek shall be your own demise
Always be careful about what you wish for if it is not to uplift, help, aid, or assist
The wind hears the cries of fate and has a way of making you taste your own shit
Poem based upon the Nursey Rhyme, Ring Around the Rosie
#DarkNurseryRhymes
She wanted to appear youthful again to feel the love of a mighty warlock to be his favorite dish
She lit her black candles and placed them around her pentagram to conjure, in anticipation licking her lips
Sitting upon the point her eyes fluttering close as she made her wish
There came an eerie voice that spoke from the dancing fire
Speak witch of your ultimate desires
I want to look like the beautiful Queen without my fake mirror faces
She is turning up in all my places
I am the reverent one whispered by all among the town
Yet, I do not possess her spiritual gift of the wind, her spiritual ordained power, when I babble, I echo the sentiments like a clown
The universal does not return its favor, it does not hear the offering of my sounds
Her energies astral planes the skies
Blessed Charkas embedded in her pores roams the universal and I would like to know how, and why
She knows too much, and I keep my mouth closed
She knows I am the thorn hiding behind the rose
A man under pretense at times, if you were to kiss me I will not turn into a Prince but into a poisonous ugly toad
What can you do
I will like her to look transfixed in my witch’s brew
Change places to make her old and me anew
My skin so ageless to look upon, I need the secrets of her vitality, make my old wrinkles disappear, body sleek to be gorgeous, alluring, all the warlocks would want to part my ivory thighs and sup
My false teeth would be my own, when I talk, and they do not fall inside my cup
Witch, are you sure about this
Yes... she is a condescending Queen and a bitch, as Mother Goose me and my sheep are asking for this
She is pretty to look at and as a Genie, I must admit, she has not asked of any favors from the summoning of my fire mist
There is a price for the reversal of fortune, not even I cannot change
Once you alter fate destiny will never be the same
The curse cannot be broken, and you will have to live with the fame or the shame
Do you have a mirror, witch, pin, a rose, I will need a favorite animal of this person... a dog
“I have all”
This is beginning of an uprise for a great fall
The power of words is oblique in the perilous of hide and seek if you know how to use the demise of its call
Ask a practicing witch
When in the closed circle chanting in union in the nature elements on a mushroom trip
Do you accept witch what shall be dealt
A thousand lashes upon your life shall be felt
The thunder, the rain, the shadows of pain
Tears upon your heart in reminisce of this oath in the night shall remain
Once you open your eyes
Be care where you look the reflection you seek shall be your own demise
Are you sure about this I must ask
My wish I grant you, foresees you smelling the stench of your own trash
Yes…now grant me my wish I have waited eternally for this gift
Open your eyes and it shall be done
From midnight until the rise of the sun
The witch opened her eyes, and what do you know, the vanity in her eyes immediately sought the mirror, she forgot to drape
The reflection of her your soul is now lashed and hellishly raped
No mental peace
No spiritual realm her mind to lease
Her body aging faster than her eyes can believe
Once you open your eyes
Be care where you look the reflection you seek shall be your own demise
Always be careful about what you wish for if it is not to uplift, help, aid, or assist
The wind hears the cries of fate and has a way of making you taste your own shit
Poem based upon the Nursey Rhyme, Ring Around the Rosie
#DarkNurseryRhymes
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