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Occultists
Drawn into the fire,
dabbling in strange arts,,
now a slave to the magic
Not enlightment but ignorance
of what you were invoking,
only to be betrayed by the intent
Blind to what you think is true,
thinking you are in control,
when it is it that controls you
Thinking it is all just fun and games,
until you wake up paralzyed,
staring at the appartion of a demon.
Too late, now you are at the bidding of darkness,
slave to what you thought was right,
further and further into the abyss away from god's sight.
