Rich Is the Blood
RICH IS THE BLOOD!
A witch has capabilities to get me if I am curse.
God knows she can scare a stone in his or her godly works.
However, the road I travel leaves her flabbergasted.
Her spells and portion becomes acid.
The water from the rain shrinks her head into a grue fuse.
The eyes in the back of her head become a muddle puddle.
Culmination tarns, when another Great Lake forms.
A warlock is her next-to-kin, or might he be her husband?
On the lagoon, sits a village of huts.
The anger of passion can make all combustible.
Meres form in the fire trucks.
The hoses swarm around as a flood.
Insurance rebuilds the village of huts into a majestic megalopolis.
Aplomb all are in their Heliopolis.
In a paroxysm, drives the Papadopoulos family.
Making a wrong turn ended them at their home in Megalopolis.
Not a difference was seen and they never return to their origin.
They are fifth generation now with family throughout the universe.
Their blood has made real children for all.
Revelation of the witchcraft has evolve.
The witches and warlocks of Megalopolis control and solve all created
worlds.
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PENNED ON AUGUST 20, 2014!
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