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I awoke during the season of the witch

And as I stared at the ceiling my body twitched,

As I felt the paranormal demon in me itch

To be set free to wreak the havoc upon which,

Was the only reason and purpose it exists

But I stifled it over time with drugs and booze,

Yet to continue this way meant I was bound to lose

So I confronted my demon and I sought out the witch,

And felt her residing leisurely by the ancient river Styx

And I pitted them against each other on the basis they could feast,

On my body heart and soul depending on which one wins

And as they fought each other I then decided to make a switch,

And called upon the heavenly angels to use upon them all their gifts

Then as they did this I watched as the rift,

Open up and the battle began to swing and shift

To good defeating bad and in this season of the witch,

I felt the shudder of a paradigm transitional switch

Defeat the evil that was lurking in this place,

And I felt myself being lifted up into heaven and I to grace

Because I had not realised my body had faded away,

Due to the drugs and the alcohol that caused me to die this day

But still I was happy that I had sent, the demon and the witch upon their way,

To a place of brimstone, fire and decay

And for at least another season I had kept the season of the witch at bay.