brewing potion with ritual reciting chants, merely verbal niching these little caviar a mixture of gravitas and war
such ladle so long enough to combine a ******'s blood with a spoon of wine perhaps adding a buckskin would suffice this hellcat's hellacious bliss
a bushel of a misogynist's intestine, must not forget to hitch gobs of sharks fin, augment a pair of an old man's sight then smatter the hogs' teeth bite
sing song this dark lullaby you ought to hear plead and cry smell and smear this fatal brew any life it shall take and shoo
death will come and it will reign blood will begrime and it will stain thoroughly toting the daring deathly hex seeking a prey who must be next