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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

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