What Of The Witching Hour
They project at night in the wee hours looking
to see what they can harvest
Be still so that you can grow to know peace or else
the lessons reaped will be the hardest
They don't know your reach travels farthest
way past any body in the system
These rites practiced are the wrong way to go as
they're lacking insight & inner wisdom
Witches don't know which way to go that's best so
they end up stuck in the forest
I don't know which thing is seen as worse the karmic
trees or the blank barren harvest
He comes bearing gifts for the starving but they
feel the need to come & steal
Why try to back door the Santa Clause & pay dearly
when the rain comes to heal?
Is he just blowing smoke up your chimney or will
the snow fall like he says?
Only one way to know in these hollow days but know
Thanksgiving is full of dread
Some come to feed you a plate full of dreams as to
fatten you up for a kill
Don't be a turkey & just buy what they're selling
& end up getting stuck with the bill
Let them get their fill while they can as they only see
the gifts of the present
Past acts determine the course of future movies & the
scripts being written aren't pleasant
The fool will take a warning as a threat whereas the wise
see it as a blessing
The time spent could be used for better things like walking
away from the being they're wrestling
Things don't happen by happenstance it's just the
result of evil actions
Know that these quick schemes have a price & the
things bought are long lasting
Copyright © Jasen Ridley | Year Posted 2024
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