Voodoo for: Viola Grey

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poem to a freind

Submitted: May 25, 2015

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Burlap sack, 
twist of hay.
Chicken blood, 
some words to say.
Puff of smoke, 
cast of lot, 
and this little bit of hair Ive got.
Sew the doll in a certain way, 
its voodoo for: Viola Grey.
I wish I could be there to see, 
has I choke the doll and she cant breath.
And the pain in her head that makes her cry, 
as I jam these pins behind her eyes.
She cant make them go away, 
its voodoo for: Viola Grey.
For she does not know how to love, 
and has nothing good to say.
So I will break her spirit down, 
and leave her feeling pain.
As I twist and turn this doll around, 
she wont enjoy the way I play.
Thats the price that she will pay, 
its voodoo for: Viola Grey. 


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