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Bitterliciousness

Whatever is said,
To ignite their taste for a fight...
It will be stirred and heated.
And brewed overnight.

The more the petty,
It is better loved like that!
Easier to scoop wickedness to dish,
From motorized mouths cussed filled.
As if on their lips...
There is a bitterliciousness,
Craved.
And there's no getting enough of it!
Not these days.

Whatever is said,
To ignite their taste for a fight...
It will be stirred and heated.
And brewed overnight.

These warlocks and witches were bred,
To entice...
Incitement.
These warlocks and witches were fed,
To bite, sting and leave their evil.

The more the petty,
It is better loved like that!
Easier to scoop wickedness to dish,
From motorized mouths cussed filled.
As if on their lips...
There is a bitterliciousness,
Craved.
And there's no getting enough of it!
Not these days.

These warlocks and witches were bred,
To entice...
Incitement.
These warlocks and witches were fed,
To bite, sting and leave their evil.
And be praised for the blood that oozes.
No matter whose it is!
Or to whom their deeds are inflicted.

These warlocks and witches were bred,
To entice...
Incitement.
On hint!
And that is the focus of their principle.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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MY Dark World

In my world I see it different then the rest of you.
I see evil withches casting an evil spell making us work or we will be there for the rest of your lives.
Evil warlocks messing with young maidens hearts so they can have there plesure of seeing us cry our hearts out so they can have their laughs.
Monsters crawling around to tear you down from a good life to make it a horrible day for you and me. Making sure your never happy in life there always under your feet to watch your every second so when you get at least one bit of happiness they can come out of hiding and make it a horrible situation.
Sharks prowling the waters so they can eat and survive this cruel world.
The blinding sun almost always out burning your flesh with its heat rays and trying to kill you every second of the day but we use chemicals to fight back and some of us like me try stay out of the sun and stay in the darkness to hide from its evil doings.
Horror stories telling you when you grow up your life is going to be a fairytale. But the only fairy tale is the evil is now taking over the world having fun torturing, haunting, and destroying peoples lifes. There are no fairy tales in my world to me a fairy tale is a horror movie to you. Horror movies are my fairy tale at least they are the only ones that tell the truth in my world.
In my world nothing makes sence its a dark mysterious place. your goal is to try to make it out of this madness alive. Right now I am trying to figure out which one to avoid. The evil witches telling me how to live my life or the warlocks trying to mess with my heart.

poem by Samantha Rogers
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Now Look At Them

Remember the days,
When they banned together.
To collect in suburbia.
Teaching their children,
How to hurl indignities and profanities...
At those deemed minorities!
In some 'backwater' communities,
This is still today done!

But now look at them...
The scripture quoting, Bible thumping self righteous.
They are tearing each other to shreds.
Over values they claim had been God sent.
Perhaps they misunderstood God's intentions.
And what God meant...
From their interpretations that has taken them,
To now call each other abusive names!

Showing just how nasty a people they can be.
Although quick to identify heathens who sin.
And yet...
They would never see themselves,
As judgemental witches...
Stripped to give quick lap dances,
In the dens of hate mongering warlocks!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Witches Chant

Evening sighs with warlocks
Vapors of the coming bedlam
Punished like eyes of the nephilim
Born in test tubes
Contrived in Frankenstein incubators
Crossed with spider genes
Bitten by tarantulas
Severed into carbon oxide fairies
Wrestle with black figures
Tongues of snakes
Wet with swamp semen
Ghosts wanting warm bodies
Closets with eyes
Witches chant

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Dragula

Dragula
Dead I am the one, exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
While they slowly turn, conquering the worm
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Do it baby, do it baby
Do it baby, do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Do it baby, do it baby
Do it baby, do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

song performed by by Rob Zombie
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The Witches' Glen - An Auld Tale

Gather aroon the ingle nuek
For ae eerie tale I'll tell -
'Boot a glen whar a witchy spook
Cast folk in her terrible spell.
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she was the devil's queen.

Warlocks an witches dance at night
When the full-moon turns its ken!
Thunder rides on a bolt of light
The deil's in the witches' glen!
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she was the devil's queen.

Auld trees hang o'er the twisted wynd
An' blot oot the licht o' day;
An there, there's staring eyes tae find
A stranger wha's lost their way.
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she was the devil's queen.

Frae Grennan wood she hailed an flew
A flash thru the black night wind
Come witchin hour everyin knew
She'd get a' the folks wha sinned.
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she was the devil's queen.

They burned her on Kirkmaiden hill
An' they bound her on a stake:
She chanted spells that made 'em ill
An' they pray'd for Jesus' sake.
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she was the devil's queen.

When ere ye walk the witches' glen,
Whar branches stretch oot like hands
Tak' Bible, cross an' say, Amen!
An' heed the guid Lord's commands.
Her hair sae black, her eyes sae green
Black Meg she's still there tae be seen.

poem by Patrick Scott Hogg
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Warlocks and Witches

The demons are up before dawn.
Exercising their right,
To throw havoc on your path.
They are up before you yawn...
To slip you a 'mickie' quick,
And be on their way!

They know you aren't prepared for them...
To be full of vigor, zest and vim.
If you were they wouldn't be hanging around.
Doing the very best they can to bring you down!
That's why you can't afford to slide...
Not with these clever asses trying to wring you dry!

And they'll soak up every bit of sentiment that you've got!
Playing on emotions they know you rather not!
And delay your every action to move ahead they will do!
By using family members and friends...
To get to play along too!

Oh,
They are clever!
Those lieing demon bitches!
And once you recognize them,
And see them for who they are!
You will want to catch them early...
Delighting,
In digging others' ditches!
But you must sacrifice and trust!
These warlocks and witches will be gone before dusk!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strange Same Dogma

Burn the witches. Burn the witches
Don't take time to sew the stitches
Burn the witches. Burn the witches
Don't take time to sew the stitches
Hand shake, ring sign, snake eye, bite mine
Hand shake, ring sign, snake eye, bite mine
I don't need your hate
I decide my fate
Burn your bridges. Burn your bridges
Don't take time to sew the stitches
Burn your bridges. Burn your bridges
Don't take time to sew the stitches
Levi, Crowley, Golden Dawn
Strange same dogma, on and on
I don't need your hate
I decide my fate
We don't viscerate
Your mind masturbates

song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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A major difference between witches and psychotherapists is that witches see the mental health of women as having important political consequences.

quote by Naomi R. Goldenberg
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Burn the Witches

Burn the witches, burn the witches,
don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges,
don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I don't need your hate, I decide my fate
You cannot sedate all the things you rape

poem by Jacob Bryant
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I Try To Think Why Her Answer Always Ends In A No

May be she is trapped inside a water droplet
Resting on a green leaf
Of a rose plant
in the eden garden

The garden has a fairy
the fairy has a curse
the curse has a name
the name has a price

There are witches in the story
The witches are very bad
They rob the the flowers of smell
And kill the fairy’s smile

One day, a little boy
with a little heart
and two teddy bears
walks along that way

He kisses and walk -
The jasmine and the daisies
The lilac and the lilies
The roses and the fairies.

The rose has a name
It holds a dropp of love
The kiss is a game
Pushes the dropp of love

The lady in the droplet
Falls down the leaves
The boy leaps down
To hold it before breaks

The droplet breaks
The water splinters
the boy drops his heart
and break it into pieces

The girl is freed
The boy is dying
The girl does cry
The boy does smile

The fairy is sad
The witches are mad
The fairies are hot
The witches are not

The flowers smell beautiful
The fairy can smile
The curse is broken
The price has been paid

The battle is set,
The flowers decide to bet
The fairies will rollover
But witches are no pushover.

The fight is fought
The witches are lost
The fairies win
And everybody grins

The boy is dead
With a broken heart
The fairies believe
They can bring him back

The fairies promise
About magic and sorcery
The life is simple
We can buy again like grocery

The shopping is a trap
You buy one
You get one free.
Here the witches are free

The girl is trapped
Between pain and love
She things again
And decides its a no

poem by Chelliah Pandian
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Dogma

Burn the witches, burn the witches, dont take time to sew your your stitches
Burn the witches, burn the witches
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges, dont take time to sew your stitches
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I dont need your hate, I decide my fate
You cannot sedate, all the things you rape

song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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Lady Evil

Theres a place just south of witches valley
Where they say the wind wont blow
And they only speak in whispers of a name
Theres a lady they say who feeds the darkness
It eats right from her hand
With a crying shout shell search you out
And freeze you where you stand
Lady evil, evil
Shes a magical, mystical woman
Lady evil, evil in my mind
Shes queen of the night
All right!
In a place just south of witches valley
Where they say the rain wont fall
Thunder cracks the sky, it makes you bleed
Theres a lady they say who needs the darkness
She cant face the light
With an awful shout, shell find you out
And have you before the night
Lady evil, evil
Shes a magical, mystical woman
Lady evil, evil on my mind
Shes queen of the night
So if you ever get to witches valley
Dont dream or close your eyes
And never trust your shadow in the dark
cause theres a lady I know who takes your vision
And turns it all around
The things you see are what youll be, lost and never found
Lady evil, evil
Shes a magical, mystical woman
Lady evil, evil on my mind
Shes queen of the night
Gonna do you right!
Shes the queen of sin
Look out, shell pull you in!
Lady wonder!

song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Although the most acute judges of the witches and even the witches themselves, were convinced of the guilt of witchery, the guilt nevertheless was non-existent. It is thus with all guilt.

quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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You Want To Be A Real Big Witch

You want to really be a witch?
Well...
I knew some pretty wicked witches,
Who...
Made me pitch to them,
Many a fit.
And I split.

You want to be a real big witch,
Well...
I knew some pretty wicked witches,
Who...
Made me pitch to them,
Many a fit.
And I split.

You want to be the biggest at the ball of all witches,
Don't you?

You do.
Don't you.

You do.
Don't you.
You do.
And you're proving it too!
You do.

You want to be the biggest at the ball of all witches...
Don't you?
You do.
Don't you?
You want to be a real big witch,
Don't you?
You want to be the biggest at the ball of all witches.
You want to be a real big witch,
Don't you?
You want to be the biggest at the ball of all witches.
You want to be a real big witch,
Don't you?
You want to be a real big witch,
Don't you?
You want to be a real big witch,
Don't you?
You want to be a real big witch.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You never know.

At the approach of All Souls Eve
I am not sure what to believe
Most see it as a time for fun.
The preparations have begun

The stores are stocking fancy dress.
For little children to impress
and hopefully frighten their friends.
With the very latest trends

Witches, warlocks, vampires and ghouls
And other stealers of men’s souls.
That’s what they will pretend to be.
They’ll trick or treat innocently.

I have a different point of view
I fear the legends may be true.
I lock my doors and stay at home.
When unclean spirits free to roam.

Can wreak revenge on enemies.
At will in any way they please.
Every year folks disappear
And very rarely re appear.

But those that do are not the same.
To me it’s not a children’s game
When folks vanish mysteriously.
I tend to take it seriously.

I will remain behind locked doors
Which seems to me the wisest course.
Until the Sun rises on a new day
I will tell my beads and pray.

You’re free to do what you want to
What I believe may not be true.
You never know who you might meet
When you are playing trick or treat.

Friday,14 October 2011
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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All Hallows Evening

Halloween, it’s not for kids, it is communing with the dead,
It is not necessarily the Satan’s tool per se,
Because Satan has found daily when he can emerge, that being said,
Bite size candy, apples, and money maker for kids to dress up and play,
In McKinny, Texas,
If you are convicted child molester,
you not are allowed to stay open,
Your lights on and door open,
-that’s criminal,
The Society is frightened that your Satanic being will be broth forth,
It is hardly minimal,
-it is not delightful but it is frightful.
(see Observation “Helplessly Homeless”)
The Devil maybe green with envy because human nature out did him,
The last thing we have done is pay more attention to his actions,
The Christmas candy is coming today the first day of November,
The QVC channel started to air their Christmas wares in September,
Society has brought the idea of Christmas to equal dollars spent,
Society has brought the idea of Halloween to equal dollars spent.
You see there is no difference as far as the social implications,
But there is a difference, society is &^#$*@# crazy,
So Halloween isn’t more to Druids, Witches and Warlocks, Satan,
When their cash drawer is busy,
Christmas isn’t more to Best Buy, Wal-Mart, Macy’s and Penney’s
Puts my mind in a tizzy.

(11-1-2007)

poem by Joe Rosochacki
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Elf Shot

A lad, brought up in Highland vale,
Who did believe each fairy tale
Which his granney oft to him told,
And of witches and of warlocks bold,
And he himself would often pore
For hours reading wizard lore.
One night his mother to the town
In a hurry sent him down,
So o'er his poney he did stride,
And to the town did fearful ride;
He thought that demons they would rush
On him from every rock and bush,
And as he went through the quarry
It did great increase his flurry ;
He felt that fiends with fiercest hate
Would surely there seal fast his fate.
But town he reached, and neath his vest
He parcel pressed beneath his vest ;
The poney now he mounts once more
For to pass quarry as before,
But, alas ! at that fatal spot
He heard a gun-he was elf shot;
He felt that from his breast a flood
Was pouring down off his heart's blood,
But he clung fast to pony's back,
Though loss of blood his frame did rack ;
But in spite of his alarms
He resolved to die in mother's arms;
And when he reached his own door
He said that he was drenched in gore
From bullet hole all in his breast ;
His father opened up his vest,
And he did sadly fear the worst,
But found yeast bottle had but burst.

poem by James McIntyre
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Hear no Evil, Speak no Evil, See no Evil

Evil is all around
It’s everywhere
Easy to be found
Hear no evil
It’s when you hear the lies of those who speak
To listen to the words of the weak
Whispering secret syllables to the dead dusks of hell
Lying words enter your ear
The lies people tell
Speak no evil
When sour words leave your lips
Cursing other innocents with horrible sins
Speaking lies
See no evil
Watching innocents in pain
Viewing the flames of burning witches
Seeing a baby tormented by a mother
You do not just watch
You take action
Those are my three rules
Do them correctly
Or suffer my vengeance

poem by Angel OfDarkness
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Might isn`t right...

Might isn't right, but it may be,
the only thing that will save me,
from evil creatures, witches too,
who wish nothing but harm to you,
so please take hedd of this good warning,
to abuse me will cause your dawning,
of the way things really are,
you see you are somewhaqt of a car,
to evil beings, nt from here,
but they will try to make you hear,
a voice of reason, but its a con,
because you are whole and they are none,
they want you to pay for their mistakes,
and evil deeds with your mistakes,
but if they make them happen, its not your fault,
so give them all a million volts

poem by Paul G Fisher
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Woman Of Salem

1692, six in the morning of june,
Sally kegley, age thirty-four,
Closed her diary shed kept for two scores.
Salem, salem, witches must be hung.
Let my daughter burn my book,
Let her learn to sew and cook.
Teach her not to read but weave,
Ask her not to speak but weep.
Salem, salem, witches must be hung.
Sally kegley knows how to cure the ill,
Sally kegley sees through us at will.
Salem, salem, witches must be hung.
All the towns people rushing to the hill,
Their eyes shining, ready for the kill.
Sallys flesh bound to the cross,
Her eyes searching for the ones who are close.
Oh, why? oh, why? oh, why? oh, why?
Oh, why? why? why? why? why? why? why?
Help! help! help! help!
Help! help! help! help!
Must kill, must hang, must kill, must hang,
Must kill, must hang, must kill, must hang,
Must kill, must hang, must kill, must hang,
Must kill, must hang...

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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