Voodoo Spell
My best mate went to see a voodoo Dr
he wished upon a voodoo spell
i went to the cemetery to visit his grave
i was searching high and low until
i found my mates head stone
i smoked a joint and blew the frost
off a couple of cold ones.
I dug up my mates grave only to find
it was filled with filthy worms and decaying
human flesh.
I sat back blew a joint i heard my mate say
don't stand over my grave and weep
i am not their.
I looked up and saw my mate looking like a
zombie what a mess
i always knew he had a thing for sweet
smelling blood.
But this was over the top my mate had no
life in his eyes i touch his skin it was ice cold.
I believe he sold his soul.
will my mate be walking the earth forever ?
like a vampire or feasting on the bones of the dead?
Beware of voodoo spells
Copyright © Bradley Cox | Year Posted 2013
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