15 February 2013
Black Magic, held Carefully, in my hand Squeezing gently Irreverently, This religion banned
Church goers spy Me in the pew, sweating Profusely, Why? Why can't I just be Ordinary, let it lie
In the little black box I found under the stair, Opened it up hungrily, Blissfully unaware That what I would find
Would be addiction, And of this I should beware, Magic gives me a hunger For all the powers I do not dare To taste, but in haste
I entered the church unashamedly Sat down, and prepared Myself for magic as dark as Night came, quickly then I DID IT, popped it in
When none of them were looking, Thick, dark chocolate dripping Down my throat, dribbling Down my front, filling Me with a glory greater than
God I love chocolate.
Black Magic • Opuss № I