They signed the contract
They signed the contract
The sneaky dead souls come through the door
Making deals
They wanted resurrection, health and beauty
Glam and Manzoor was greed
Suraya and Khalida were jealousy and beauty
Saying T is to blame for their misfortune
And began their reign of terror
They crossed the demon’s hand with silver
The demon wanted proof
They played dirty hoping to fool the demon
With lies and deception
They took out loans
They signed the contract
Now there’s no proof to their accusations
And must pay the fines and heavy debt.
Glam and three others and prayed a spell in the middle of the night on a log fire. He unlocked a door and he beckoned a demon called Sire Marcus Barracus to assist him. Glam overpowered Marcus and stole, hair, nails, and umbilical cord of his victim. He put it in a grave and mortuary for riches in heaven. They stole the all-seeing eye so he knew exactly where to look. All he knew was he needed perform a ritual, he needed a pure soul. He had no idea what he was doing as he was literate.
He didn’t know how to arrange such an act. He ended up putting his body in a mortuary too. The others too. Then Marcus didn’t know how to explain to him, as he was horrified. All Marcus did was ask him to sign a contract. Which he never did until now thirty-five years later. Now Marcus managed to get through to them what he tried to advise them.
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