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Salem, Massachusetts 2003 - Introduction To Crowley And The Dark Arts
We arrived on the train
Damian and I
He introduced me to Crowley
Via the book of the law
Very enlightening
Though I’m not sure what I read or what I saw.
We climbed a rock and I fell
I was helped by Some bearded dude
Performing a equinox spell
We proceeded to the Salem witch museum
Witchcraft seeped in to our pores
and soaked are skin?
It crept in quietly
It never made a sound
Witchcraft was more than
broomsticks and pointed hats
Caldrons, spells and black cats
I learned of the salem which trials
They put the arcane on the map
My head did not feel right
Something was effecting my second sight
It was probably the lay lines,
or a severe supernatural fright.
Maybe this was the
judge's line that ive heard about.
Haunted homes and haunted streets
There are ghosts in this town
They refuse to rest
no light in sight
Are times was up and our train arrived
We were never sure how time flied
Something natural or rather arcane
I did not have a clue,
did not know what to say
We boarded the train;
we sat opposite a guy wearing a suit
His pocket beeped
He answered his phone
And Damien?
He disappeared leaving a smell of brimstone.
Damian and I
He introduced me to Crowley
Via the book of the law
Very enlightening
Though I’m not sure what I read or what I saw.
We climbed a rock and I fell
I was helped by Some bearded dude
Performing a equinox spell
We proceeded to the Salem witch museum
Witchcraft seeped in to our pores
and soaked are skin?
It crept in quietly
It never made a sound
Witchcraft was more than
broomsticks and pointed hats
Caldrons, spells and black cats
I learned of the salem which trials
They put the arcane on the map
My head did not feel right
Something was effecting my second sight
It was probably the lay lines,
or a severe supernatural fright.
Maybe this was the
judge's line that ive heard about.
Haunted homes and haunted streets
There are ghosts in this town
They refuse to rest
no light in sight
Are times was up and our train arrived
We were never sure how time flied
Something natural or rather arcane
I did not have a clue,
did not know what to say
We boarded the train;
we sat opposite a guy wearing a suit
His pocket beeped
He answered his phone
And Damien?
He disappeared leaving a smell of brimstone.
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