Prayer Of A Witch - Poem by Ebi Robert
In the name of the accuser,
let my enemies dir by fire.
Let my foes perish with the storm
for their children to eat of remaining death.
Let worms gather their bones to a feast
and dance to the snore of a solitary mirth.
In the name of God
let me stand in legs and watch my hearts.
Train my gift no secrecy,
I am in purity.
Let my tone, dictate all kind of music
and dance all kind of dance.
I've called your name.
Let me heed to him who have lead me
and manage the dark sermon of prosperity.
I will mind to find my kind.
In the name of the accuser
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