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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

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