I can see your past

I can show you your future

But after I’m done

You may need spiritual sutures



If good fortune is your goal

I must tell you, it will take a toll

Causing irreparable damage

To your mind and soul



The dead cause chaos in my head

But their power keeps me calm

I will know every intimate detail

With just one touch of your palm



There are a few steps

That you must take

To connect with the spirit realm

To alter your fate



I see you as 6’5ft tall

In my crystal ball

And the body of a Greek god



I can erase all of your flaws

I’ll just need a newborn’s skull

My cards favor your odds



Pick any woman

You can have them all

I’ll just need your signature

In blood…that’s all



I can make you rich and famous

Or whip up a love spell

But you must offer a sacrifice

To crack open the doors of hell



Don’t play dumb

You can’t possibly be stunned

Where do you think these

Abundant blessings come from?



The power I’ve held

And the tales that I tell

Are very real… not allegorical



Certain acts may be required

To acquire this kind of power…

That some may find deplorable



These are demented acts of brutality

And I’ve done the most horrible…

The mentality and morals

Of an obscene oracle



You can’t be a coward

If you seek this kind of power

I’m addicted to it

So if you’re standing in my way

You will be devoured



The spirits are whispering

They say that you’re unworthy

That you don’t trust me

…Like I’m undeserving!?



Hmmm…You've hurt me

Guess I’ve said too much

But I’ll show you mercy

A curse…a small verse

So you will forever serve me…