The Path Of Magic Poem by Charles Karia

So they have been to false gods?
Where they got charms and amulets,
And they are now safe from troubles
That the crafty devil himself brought
So that that they can seek his help.

Haven't they heard of ancient cities,
That got rich by help from occults,
Getting the wisdom from the evil one,
They had fabulous cities now wasted,
With relics of many gods worshipped,
Till pestilences grind them to chaff.

There was Egypt now a desert,
Babylon is just another word,
Mesapotamia is now a playground,
Of jackals and all things unholy,
So will consulters of witches be,
And all those who use dark arts.