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scry the darkness
nails down your backside
is my existence

I am hell's Queen

spells tumble from lips
incantations to save us
miracle or magic I'm still here?

I see visions of the future
the Father glories in me
damned to hell previously
I am free to inflict damage
calling to the winds I release danger

sidling up to you looking so innocent
I smile sideways
you gaze too long in my eyes
and the hex fixes

I curse the air around you
you smother on fables
a cloud of beasts beset you
and your thoughts go dark

hell welcomes you
your heart guilty of evil intent



Written by smackdownraven
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