Hex-Day 98 of the steemitschool 100 day writing challenge by @d-pend

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No pinch of salt, no red brick dust will serve to keep me from your door
The candles burn, the spells are cast into the wind my words doth soar
Into the doll the needle pricks, inside it sleeps your lock of hair
Into your dark black heart I stick a sprit knife with frightful care
The dice they fell, the cards are laid no one can save you from your fate
Now off to hell, I won’t be swayed, remorseful pleas come far to late

_{(Image credit Dave Renike and a portrait of the fair jubilee made by myself turned into this here universal truth meme)}

Artists & Musicians wanted for the One Project
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_{art courtesy of @PegasusPhysics}

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