Witchery of Tree

Witchery I bring to yee.  See the tree with a form in the branches.  The moon enchances every quick and demonic movement.  Death is there and should be in the soil, actually.  I kiss you beside this mammouth machine of the unclean.  Bring it back before it attacks.  I see the solid black in your eyes.  I will marry the night, but be in view for they will take me to the depths of a place of dispair and disease.  Living in the realm of antigravity, brings a singing and dancing that is inhuman and causes pain.  People see nothing, I do.  Their hair is a mess or teeth esckew.  Their lies to themselves, unconsciously now come to be form.  Uglier every day are the ogars heaving and hoing in this space and place.  I ring the bell and make a rat the meal for this dinnertime in hell.