Witches chewing nails and brewing,
No matter what’s ensuing,
Or is it warlocks madder yet,
On poisons laid their bet,
Most the old their poison warn,
With gross demeanour and their charm,
All good witches stood aside,
Only goodness would abide,
Now the youngsters play with fire,
A poison cook, for greed’s desire,
Bringing pain and strife,
To those that will survive,
Will it end this poison orgy’s rite?
When all of us the dust will bite,
Paranoia did you say, I heard,
To bury such, would be absurd.©14/10/2009
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