Evil Mystic Water Well
What wells up inside
Down the dark hole coins are tossed for luck
Barriers, born on fear are near at hand
Islanders surface from the past for gambling
Dice people from Taiwan markets dig deep
Mystic water lay five hundred feet below
From here that would make it closer to New York
Under pools dark path
Below, most deep and damp
Moisture lays behind well walls
There are no floors about the water barrier
So players must throw twice
No where near here or where they need to be
13 is the only number rolled 13 times
Which makes them times themselves
Solids form an interior circle of wet cement
From magic forces causing concrete blocks
Without the help of people gathering to stop
Who could stop a concrete block
To the evil power that remains in love with pain
Imposing on the child to fall down the open well
Water understands nothing, has no name, feels cold
Drinks in the love of God, remains inside the quiet
Flourishes with raw power deep in the nether world
When not being poisoned
Evil imposes on the child to draw near the shiny coin
That name is mystic water one and the same still on
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