Voodoo Madness

What happens when you cross one with power too many times.

Dark magic at my fingertips,
from my spoon to victim’s lips.
Oh, whose soul shall I shower
with incantations of wicked power?

So many, it is hard to choose.
All of you deserve to lose.
Mirror reflections of slander and greed,
my warnings, prey, you should heed.

Ceremonial spell with candles lit,
a brew I mix with devil’s spit.
Conjuring revenge brings much joy.
Black voodoo, my faithful toy!

Seeking revenge for those I love to hate,
a torturous end shall be their fate.
Ceremonial invocations I shall chant.
Demons of Hell, my wishes grant.

So be it! Your sin has won!
A tiny taste and you are done.
Gulp, greedily my special brew.
Be gone, be gone from my view!


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