Friday, August 12, 2016

Pure Wicced

Kill me, please, you cain't kill pure wicced, go ahead, test the water, this body is just an earthly home, I am eternal, a touch 
insane, hell, I bought the whole damn farm. I told you once 
before, I am the Wicced One, a rabid psychotic demon with a
guitar, books full of spells, one shot killer, I got bodies stacked
to the sky. I'm pure wicced, baby, and the body count just went up.

I never sold my soul cause I own hell and Satan, she is my bitch.
Keep her rocking every day, evil child's play. I'm pure wicced.
Necromancer, sorceress, I make the living dead dance.  I am 
pure wicced.

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