Of malice and hate
An effigy of intent
Burlap, buttons, thread
When the moon is full
The witching hour's at hand
Black candles are lit
Nail clippings and hair
Tissues from a bloody nose
A stolen photo
A stich here and there
Through the eye of a needle
Stuff and seal it shut
Silence fills the air
It begins with blood
Fill the cup and drink
Beckoning whispers
Giving birth to rising chants
The wind sings along
Faster and louder
His dark eminence summoned
Vengeance is at hand
Push the pins deep
Excruciating pain
Exquisite anguish
The hearts blood spills out
Spent, exhausted, but fulfilled
Burn Voodoo Doll Burn
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