While speaking to the angels
They all said "slay these devils"
They come from different angles
Dig their graves with my shovel
Now it's time to reimburse
The spells of Hell has reemerged
Light has shined and you're the worst
You're all compelled to live this curse
These devils speak evil blatantly
I call them by name shamelessly
Sons of a gun they're Satan seeds
They point their fingers, blamelessly
Poetic food for thought
For my friends it's grocery
Pathetic fools I fought
As for them it's sorcery
All my faith is in God
Setting flames to your flag
I go against the odds
I know that makes you mad
Hocus-pocus
I'm mixing emotions
Focus focus
My words are the potion
Abracadabra....
Remove your voice
Then give you asthma
Remove your choice
Reading this stanza
Abracadabra......
Remove your blood
And keep your plasma
Remove your glans
No more viagra
Abracadabra....
My words make a witch sad
Bewitched, trick, do the math
Cursed, you need a skin graft
Magic to you.....witchcraf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem