Oh yes witches are bitches
You shouldn’t cross us at all
You are a stupid person
Who doesn’t know fuck all
You sit and play with candles
You sit and play with words
You sit and design your potions
How utterly absurd
You sit and preach your karma
You sit and judge us all
You deny the darkest powers
That sits to serve us all
You fill your cauldron with rose petals and salt
If your spell doesn’t work, it is your own fault
These are the qualities of a true love potion
Chocolate, chillies, cinnamon, plums and your devotion
Not all spells are to go inside a pot
Not all spells are obvious
But you wouldn’t know a lot
Your knowledge comes from people who have blather flair
You will not find love potions in book shops or book fairs
Now heed what I say
Hear me strong and loud
A witch doesn’t sell her power
That is not allowed
To give away your knowledge
Give away for free
You can do this if you want
But you shouldn’t if you were me
You lose power with every spell you share
This isn’t something, they teach you at book fairs
Witches cast your spells, but cast them with scrutiny
For if you share too much, the powers will mutiny
Only a true witch, knows things like this and more
Do not trust the ones who shares spells like a whore
All ye songs I sing on this blog and elsewhere
Are all make believe, the real ones you’ll find NOWHERE
This is the creed of all witches, all witches that are true
Witchcraft is inside my blood, but it isn’t inside of you
