The Chosen
A witch’s rap
Silence is golden
But speaking up is vital.
Better know we’ll throw hands
If you come for my title.
I’m a ruthless cutthroat
When I whip up a spell
If you attack, you fucked up
Cuz I’ll send you to Hel.
I’m the omnipotent bitch.
I got a hex for your friends.
Oh, You like how that tastes?
Cuz I’ll do it again.
I got gods on my side,
And goddesses too.
Is that enough for you, bitch?
Cuz you can bet I ain’t through.
I got powders and potions
And I got salves for your wounds
But you get rough or pop off?
You’ll meet the ancestors soon.
They have witnessed my acts
And they’ve decided I’m worthy,
But they’ve seen your works too
And they will show you no mercy.
You tried to send Death to my front door.
But what you don’t know is, Death?
Well he knows me from before.
Death and I were acquainted
Since long before you existed
So it’s probably best
If you just cease and desisted.
I’m the curse breaker, the Lightbringer,
the Sun, and the Chosen
And if you try to fuck with me
You’ll find your assets are FROZEN.
I’m not here to makes waves
But if you want a tsunami
Then prepare to hang ten
Cuz the whole crew’s behind me.
About the Creator
Arthur Armstrong
A being of duality, poetic irreverence, and maddening nonsense.
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