Witness the Satanists’
Blood, Sex Magic
Curse of the witches hex,
Sealing your doom
Worship the sacred chant,
Knife into flesh
Virginal sacrifice under full moon
You cannot escape
Race with the Devil
Try to runaway
Race with the Devil
You have sealed your fate
Race with the Devil
You have been warned to be silent
Thou states the witch’s rune
Evil you cause will be returned
Nine-fold, So mote it be
Under the old oak tree
Ceremonial place of witchery
A secret gathering
Black mass midnight debauchery
Power over Wind, Sun and Rain
Domination through Satan
Free will naivete
Something wicked comes this way








Something wicked this way comes. That is an iconic line. Nice poem, I like it
Thank you Fia. Appreciate it.
hello dearest Keith I love your style and flow ❤️
Thanks you my friend. xox
Wicked good.
Don’t be one of the people that make me like the dark.
Exciting things occur when the lights go out. Thank you VUW.
Uhhhhh, yes they do, but I don’t need Satan crawling inside my panties. Wait. Do I? I might…
Powerfully penned, Keith. Excellent write my friend, has a lyrical flow to it. Loretta Swit from “Mash”? Appreciate you.
Damian
Yup, The Loretta Swit from Mash. Thanks my friend.