He'll come when you least expect,
Demonic dolls on the shelf standing erect.
The Voodoo Guru got you,
Detectives can't even find a clue,
The torture is nearly through.
Spell casting and daily fasting.
Sacrificing chickens and living in total sin,
Pray for protection and don't let him in,
Some rest between the realm of the dead and livin'.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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Comments1
It's horrible to get caught up in it.
Meanwhile - I got the trots. I thought I got a book to understand voodoo more. It was a book on vindaloo recipes. Doh! lol.
Hahahah! (:
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