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Old women sit around in smokey rooms Pulling on Stinking cigars. Lights turned low The red  ends glow like big bloodshot eyes. They wink in and out. Murmuring chants and singing in low oblique tones. Your soul is in question your will directed. Have a cure  with your man's cheating ways Obeah. You been having a bad streak of luck. One thing then the next. Obeah on you. Go see lady cross town. Bring money.Obeah You strongly believe someone  Put Hudu on You. You been sick for some time now and the pills just wont do.Obeah Somebody put bad eye on you too. Obeah If you believe then all things are possible Not true? Obeah Chicken blood and the root to suit your condition. Now sit still and listen to her( premonition) Obeah. Let the spirit have his way.Draw the cancer from your bones But you have to give yourself to the spirits of the dead. Obeah The Zombie walks around at night snatching souls from  the sleeper.Leaving the empty husk as witness. Sleep light my friend and keep. Keep your poultice near.Do not abandon fear.Obeah.
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Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 3:32 AM UTC
Obeah. O-BEE-AH
Old women sit around in smokey rooms Pulling on Stinking cigars. Lights turned low The red  ends glow like big bloodshot eyes. They wink in and out. Murmuring chants and singing in low oblique tones. Your soul is in question your will directed. Have a cure  with your man's cheating ways Obeah. You been having a bad streak of luck. One thing then the next. Obeah on you. Go see lady cross town. Bring money.Obeah You strongly believe someone  Put Hudu on You. You been sick for some time now and the pills just wont do.Obeah Somebody put bad eye on you too. Obeah If you believe then all things are possible Not true? Obeah Chicken blood and the root to suit your condition. Now sit still and listen to her( premonition) Obeah. Let the spirit have his way.Draw the cancer from your bones But you have to give yourself to the spirits of the dead. Obeah The Zombie walks around at night snatching souls from  the sleeper.Leaving the empty husk as witness. Sleep light my friend and keep. Keep your poultice near.Do not abandon fear.Obeah.
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Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 3:32 AM UTC
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