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Vile Soup of the Witch (Cauldron Kill Series)
“Out of the window she saw another victim stumble from the dark wood
Screaming for help that made the terror sound so beautifully good,
“In the back of the victim’s mind she heard the word ‘come’
Towards a green smoking dwelling where a minute ago there was not one,
“The evil unicorn ended its hunt when his prey reached the front stair
Not a fool to confront the evil which resided within there,
“Releasing purple lightning in anger the evil unicorn ran away in fright
At Godspeed to avoid being in the wicked area before the fall of night,
“The door creaked open as a black clawed hand reached out
Without thinking she grabbed it and ran into the house,
“The smoke within calmed her quenching her fear like a thirst
Until its true affects started its sinister work,
“Staggering to a web covered window she attempted to escape
As her soul begin going through a traumatic spiritual rape,
“Air committed self-suicide, refusing to enter her lung
Causing light, color and sound to become uncomfortably numb,
“Her flesh twisted and dripped like a psychedelic soup
While the smoke echoed through her hollowed bones like a played flute,
“In that lunatic moment she became realities whore
Transformed from dying heat of the Sun to parasitic dust on the floor,
“Unknown things licked her to unbearable orgasmic pleasure
While in forbidden lands she became unpredictable savage weather,
“The last of her sanity was bottled like rich wine
Broken constantly on stone steps to evaporate over lost time,
“Through it all she heard laughter coming from a female skulled face
Along with an vision to a lush utopia place,
“A place she knew that could only be paradise
That would stop this madness and make everything right,
“In her cytoplasm-hybrid form she slowly started to crawl
Over the unclean floor until coming upon a burning bronze wall,
“Ignoring the blistering heat she painfully climbed to the top
And plunged into the boiling green liquid of the witch’s cauldron pot”.
Screaming for help that made the terror sound so beautifully good,
“In the back of the victim’s mind she heard the word ‘come’
Towards a green smoking dwelling where a minute ago there was not one,
“The evil unicorn ended its hunt when his prey reached the front stair
Not a fool to confront the evil which resided within there,
“Releasing purple lightning in anger the evil unicorn ran away in fright
At Godspeed to avoid being in the wicked area before the fall of night,
“The door creaked open as a black clawed hand reached out
Without thinking she grabbed it and ran into the house,
“The smoke within calmed her quenching her fear like a thirst
Until its true affects started its sinister work,
“Staggering to a web covered window she attempted to escape
As her soul begin going through a traumatic spiritual rape,
“Air committed self-suicide, refusing to enter her lung
Causing light, color and sound to become uncomfortably numb,
“Her flesh twisted and dripped like a psychedelic soup
While the smoke echoed through her hollowed bones like a played flute,
“In that lunatic moment she became realities whore
Transformed from dying heat of the Sun to parasitic dust on the floor,
“Unknown things licked her to unbearable orgasmic pleasure
While in forbidden lands she became unpredictable savage weather,
“The last of her sanity was bottled like rich wine
Broken constantly on stone steps to evaporate over lost time,
“Through it all she heard laughter coming from a female skulled face
Along with an vision to a lush utopia place,
“A place she knew that could only be paradise
That would stop this madness and make everything right,
“In her cytoplasm-hybrid form she slowly started to crawl
Over the unclean floor until coming upon a burning bronze wall,
“Ignoring the blistering heat she painfully climbed to the top
And plunged into the boiling green liquid of the witch’s cauldron pot”.
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