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Spellbound Curse Against Fake News Followers
poem by: Clever Iconoclast
Cast I this spell
from here to Holy Hell
to ghosts who rumble roads
where witches bode their toads.
[Witches’ Familiars in 17th Century Europe (February 2011 update) – Benjamin Breen]
To henchmen on the lurk
In dungeons steeped in murk
Where culprits wait to hang
Clamped in castle chains of pain.
[Medieval Dungeons]
Damn as Devil of dark divide
To curse the evil that resides
In minds as narrow
as dumb is wide.
Where God’s forgiveness reveals
a torturous vengeance eternal
that black-robed justice conceals.
[Dante’s Divine Comedy (Dante’s Divina Comedia) | PPT]
Judgmental hypocrites
of kneejerk platitudes
Accusations flying everywhere
in the swamp of their deludes!
Denseness being their nature
Stupidity being their rule
with lights so dimly lit
yet all passed their school.
[Bat silhouetted against a full moon, wings spread wide, navigating the mysteries of the night]
Accurse ignorant folk
Damn foul fools
in the hell of their stupidity
as if thumbs were meant for screws.
[La vente controversée d’instruments de bourreaux aura bien lieu]
Groping the darkness of lies
a miasma of stenching rot
Putrid to them is the smell of truth
being cursed to seeing it not.
[Why Was Medusa Cursed? The Real Story Behind Medusa’s Appearance]
Spirits of old we incant you
to heed our invocation
From this circle we implore you
and ask for deliberation.
[Ghost by Tsabo6 on DeviantArt]
No patience more have we
for the blind ways of them
No tolerance more afford
We’ll detest them to the end.
[dom, worms, germany, old, historically, architecture, middle ages, building, rheinhessen, cathedral, places of interest | Pikist]
We call forth unearthly things
To right the world of wrong
Put an end to the Dark Ages
Our Enlightenment has come and gone.
[A hilltop cemetery contains ancient headstones covered in creeping ivy, shrouded in mist at dusk]
We are here tonight to imprecate
a stubborn lot of men
as superstitious as you’ll find
and recalcitrant to the end.
[迷信- 维基百科，自由的百科全书]
No logic can they hear
Rational is beyond their mode
So we play their spirit games
with frightening episode.
[Wolf Under Moonlight – Free Stock Photo by mohamed hassan on Stockvault.net]
Séance, séance, mediumship
We’re here to turn the tide
We all vote unanimous
In harmony we abide.
[Underwater shot of stringway with sunlight | Free Photo – rawpixel]
To the depths of ocean floors
Where sailors haunt unburied
Davy Jones has gauntly bones
The sharks did shun the scurvied.
[Davy Jones’ Locker | From the Pen of Mae Clair]
To the full moon’s hue of surreal blue
Where Gabriel’s hounds run fast
Lunar wolf, hounds of hell
the shadows that you cast!
Bats flock nocturnal flight
To bite their wretched necks
Suck their blood ‘til pallid white
then lick vampiric flecks.
[Rote Augen Kontaktlinsen Vampir Vampire Red LuxDelux, 13,50 € | vlr.eng.br]
Bleed their wills and petty ways
and let them die of night
If they can’t find enlightenment
Then dust should be their plight.
[Werewolf Movies to Watch Under a Full Moon – Moving Stories]
Hideous hiding hedgehogs
Dumber than a pack of dogs
Uglier than warted frogs
Chase them to the werewolf bogs!
[Swamp Quicksand]
Into the peat marches chase them deep
til stuck in quick-mud glue.
Tooth tear their lackey limbs
til scarlet blood does spew.
[Five Signs You Have a Rat Infestation · ExtermPRO]
Run rugged rats: chew their flesh
Vile vermin eat their brains
Parasites enjoy the ghastly feast
To hell with their remains.
[Bonfire Fire Free Stock CC0 Photo – StockSnap.io]
Curse them, curse them, burn their bones
Make a bone fire bon
We’ll dance around the flickering flames
Til night has come and gone.
[Forest Soil Images | Free Photos, PNG Stickers, Wallpapers & Backgrounds – rawpixel]
And in the morn we’ll praise the sun
For carrying out our goal:
Ridding the world of ignorance
Til deadwood is ember coal.
[ember, fire, smoke, fireplace, incandescent, carbon, wood, orange, energy, burn, red | Pikist]
The Wayward One
Spellbound Curse Against Fake News Followers:
Cast I a spell
from here to Holy Hell
to ghosts that rumble roads
where witches bode their toads.
To henchmen on the lurk
In dungeons steeped in murk
Where culprits wait to hang
Clamped in castle chains of pain.
Damn as Devil of dark divide
To curse the evil that resides
In minds as narrow
as dumb is wide.
To Dante’s depths inferno
Where god’s forgiveness reveals
A torturous vengeance eternal
That black-robed justice conceals.
Judgemental hypocrits
Of kneejerk plattitudews
Accusations flying everywhere
In the swamp of their deludes!
Denseness being their nature
Stupidity being their rule
With lights so dimly lit
Yet all passed their school.
Accurse ignorant folk
Damn foul fools
In the Hell of their Stupidity
As if thumbs were meant for screws.
Groping a darkness of lies
A miasma of stanching rot
Putrid to them is the smell of truth
Being cursed to seeing it not.
Spirits of old we incant you
To heed this invocation
From this circle we implore you
To ask for deliberation.
No patience more have we
for the blind ways of them
No tolerance more we afford
We’ll detest them to the end.
We call forth unearthly things
To right the world of wrong
Put an end to the dark ages
The Enlightenment has come and gone.
We are here tonight to imprecate
A stubborn lot of men
As superstitious as you’ll find
Recalcitrant to the end.
No logic can they hear
Rational is beyond their mode
So we play their spirit games
With frightening episode.
Séance, séance mediumship
We’re here to turn the tide
We all vote unanimous
In harmony we abide.
To the depths of ocean floors
Where sailors haunt unburied
Davy Jones has gauntly bones
The sharks did shun the scurvied.
To the full moon’s hue of surreal blue
Where Gabriel’s hounds run fast
Lunar wolf, hounds of hell
The shadows that you cast!
Bats flock nocturnal flight
To bite their wretched necks
Suck their blood ‘til pallid white
Then lick vampiric flecks.
Bleed their wills and petty ways
And let them die of night
If they can’t find enlightenment
Then dust should be their plight.
Hideously hiding hedgehogs
Dumber than a pack of dogs
Uglier than warted frogs
Chase them to the werewolf bogs!
Into the peat marches chase them deep
Til stuck in quick-mud glue.
Tooth tear their lackey limbs
Til scarlet blood does spew.
Run rugged rats: chew their flesh
Vile vermin eat their brains
Parasites enjoy a ghastly feast
To hell with their remains.
Curse them, curse them, burn their bones
Make a bone fire bon
We’ll dance around the flickering flames
Til night has come and gone.
[More Vampire bones | The Piltdown Vampire! “I have a stake i… | Flickr]
And in the morn we’ll praise the sun
For carrying out our goal:
Ridding the world of ignorance
Til deadwood is ember coal.
A Wayward One
Spellbound Curse Against Fake News Followers:
Cast I a spell
from here to Holy Hell
to ghosts that rumble roads
where witches bode their toads.
To henchmen on the lurk
In dungeons steeped in murk
Where culprits wait to hang
Clamped in castle chains of pain.
Damn as Devil of dark divide
To curse the evil that resides
In minds as narrow
as dumb is wide.
To Dante’s depths inferno
Where god’s forgiveness reveals
A torturous vengeance eternal
That black-robed justice conceals.
Judgemental hypocrits
Of kneejerk plattitudews
Accusations flying everywhere
In the swamp of their deludes!
Denseness being their nature
Stupidity being their rule
With lights so dimly lit
Yet all passed their school.
Accurse ignorant folk
Damn foul fools
In the Hell of their Stupidity
As if thumbs were meant for screws.
Groping a darkness of lies
A miasma of stanching rot
Putrid to them is the smell of truth
Being cursed to seeing it not.
Spirits of old we incant you
To heed this invocation
From this circle we implore you
To ask for deliberation.
No patience more have we
for the blind ways of them
No tolerance more we afford
We’ll detest them to the end.
We call forth unearthly things
To right the world of wrong
Put an end to the dark ages
The Enlightenment has come and gone.
We are here tonight to imprecate
A stubborn lot of men
As superstitious as you’ll find
Recalcitrant to the end.
No logic can they hear
Rational is beyond their mode
So we play their spirit games
With frightening episode.
Séance, séance mediumship
We’re here to turn the tide
We all vote unanimous
In harmony we abide.
To the depths of ocean floors
Where sailors haunt unburied
Davy Jones has gauntly bones
The sharks did shun the scurvied.
To the full moon’s hue of surreal blue
Where Gabriel’s hounds run fast
Lunar wolf, hounds of hell
The shadows that you cast!
Bats flock nocturnal flight
To bite their wretched necks
Suck their blood ‘til pallid white
Then lick vampiric flecks.
Bleed their wills and petty ways
And let them die of night
If they can’t find enlightenment
Then dust should be their plight.
Hideously hiding hedgehogs
Dumber than a pack of dogs
Uglier than warted frogs
Chase them to the werewolf bogs!
Into the peat marches chase them deep
Til stuck in quick-mud glue.
Tooth tear their lackey limbs
Til scarlet blood does spew.
Run rugged rats: chew their flesh
Vile vermin eat their brains
Parasites enjoy a ghastly feast
To hell with their remains.
Curse them, curse them, burn their bones
Make a bone fire bon
We’ll dance around the flickering flames
Til night has come and gone.
[More Vampire bones | The Piltdown Vampire! “I have a stake i… | Flickr]
And in the morn we’ll praise the sun
For carrying out our goal:
Ridding the world of ignorance
Til deadwood is ember coal.
A Wayward One
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Spellbound Curse Against Fake News Followerspoem by: Clever Iconoclast
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