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