I'll cast my spell, a witch's brew, stirring black cauldrons of sweet revenge.
One drop of pain added, a tablespoon of resentment, blowing out the candles that leave their scent.
A warthog 's beard, a sliver of grudge, and the dose is potent, with lethal intentions.
Drink slowly, let me watch the last sip trickle down your throat, I've called it something natural and you never minded. I'm sexually tranformed by your GASPING FOR AIR.
Lovers beware of this cursed and scorned woman, whose hatred runs deep and wide. She patiently waits at her crooked door, with a one sided smile to lure you in.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
I'll cast my spell, a witch's brew, stirring black cauldrons of sweet revenge.
One drop of pain added, a tablespoon of resentment, blowing out the candles that leave their scent.
A warthog 's beard, a sliver of grudge, and the dose is potent, with lethal intentions.
Drink slowly, let me watch the last sip trickle down your throat, I've called it something natural and you never minded. I'm sexually tranformed by your GASPING FOR AIR.
Lovers beware of this cursed and scorned woman, whose hatred runs deep and wide. She patiently waits at her crooked door, with a one sided smile to lure you in.
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