Spinning mirror in my mind. Faces and darkness intertwined. Laced with silver, a silver line. The power of three Hecate gives to me, to spill the blood and pain from all my enemies, for what they are doing and for what they did to me. My enemies plans I undermine. No earth shall sustain, no water to drink, fire burns cold and air will choke, as all they touch becomes hell and smoke. Spinning mirror in my mind. Faces and darkness intertwined. Laced with silver, a silver line. The power of three Hecate gives to me, to spill the blood and pain from all my enemies, for what they are doing and for what they did to me. Magic’s that bind me I leave behind. My wrath is dire, as I make the sky rumble, rock and stone tumble, to break and crush metal as glass and walls crumble. Bringer of woe, is who I become and all magic, insult and slight that was done, to me, is now broken and undone. Spinning mirror in my mind. Faces and darkness intertwined. Laced with silver, a silver line. The power of three Hecate gives to me, to spill the blood and pain from all my enemies, for what they are doing and for what they did to me. Payment in kind, retribution divine through the spinning mirror inside my mind. Faces and darkness intertwined. Laced with silver, a silver line, my enemies lives I undermine.
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