| Even the purest of sinless souls
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| Sometimes attracts themselves
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| To spirits long forgotten sleeping
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| A man of curious nature this soon would learn
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| In his grandma’s old attic
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| He found the hidden piece of wood
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| That forever would change his blissful life
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| Tool of evil, board of riddle
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| Transmitter to the ancient
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| Unforgiving, lures the living
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| Of hell designed mechanics
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| Sends a signal to the shunned side
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| One asks it, one reads it
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| Whom will answer God only knows
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| Although his Granny warned him deeply
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| He still brought it home for study
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| All he wanted was to try it
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| For mood he list some candles
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| Poured a glass of vintage absinthe
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| Innocent, wonder
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| Soon to leave for hell, séance begin
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| His hand grabbed the planchette
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| Sweating exited of it went
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| In backwards circles back and forth
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| Demon speech of unknown
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| Twitched his hand and took control
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| Letters started shaping into several words
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| Come join us the sentence read
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| Why he wrote, no reply
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| Who are you, we are mere friends
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| Hear our offer gentle caller
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| You may have goodly gifts
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| Just for us to simply visit you
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| The short conversation led on
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| Convincing our host
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| To trade what the spirits wanted
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| Debauching intent, plotting for his soul
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| Brood of ill, attributed to his newly found friends
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| Their agreement sealed a subconscious deal
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| Though he could not foresee
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| The effects coming
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| Nails and hair fell off
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| A lump in his throat was born
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| He started feeling woozy
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| Bowel control he kept losing
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| Soon swimming in his own filth
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| As he got invaded by the tricksters from beyond
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| Wrenching on the floor
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| The voices pounding in his mind
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| Raving on about death
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| Started to get owned in fetal position
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| Realized the mistake he had made
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| Yelled out tortured leave me be
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| Badly choking on his phlegm
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| Begged in tears for deaf ears
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| Serpents from the other side
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| His body now possessed
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| A broken human woke up in daze
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| First thing his eye caught
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| On the floor a pile of ash
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| Must’ve lit the board on fire
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| Not sure of what had happened
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| It all felt weird and blurry
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| He managed to stand
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| Still in pain from last night’s ordeal
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| Back flashes started
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| To haunt his weak memory
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| Grandma’s face covered in blood
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| Limping steps took him there
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| To her house door unlocked called her name
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| Silence would not break
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| Up the stairs, met by a horrible death
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| Sight of what he’d done
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| Old granny torn apart
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| Down her throat he had rammed her heart
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| Her eyes stared open wide and cold
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| What was all this meant for?
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| The spirits of the board for years
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| Had tried to take her soul
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| This was their vengeance
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| That’s why they sent him
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| To execute her and be freed forever |